| He Plunged into the Sea and Dragged Himself toward the Rock to which His Father Was Fastened | Frontispiece | | | The Camp at Sprowl's Cove | Facing p. | 56 | | Leaning Against the Mast-hoop that Encircled His Waist, He Lifted the Long Lance and Poised It for the Blow | " | 166 | | Knees Braced Tightly Against the Sides of the Stern, Hands Locked Round the Stout Butt of the Lance, He Foiled Rush after Rush of the Black-finned, White-bellied Pirates | " | 172 | | They Stood Close Together on the Circular Top, Holding on to the Crossed Bails, Waist-high | " | 222 | | "We Need that Sloop and We're Going to Have Her!" | " | 252 |
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