As We Sweep Through The Deep   By: Gordon Stables (1840-1910)

AS WE SWEEP THROUGH THE DEEP

[Illustration: " The figure glided towards him. " Page 66.]

T. NELSON AND SONS London, Edinburgh, and New York

AS WE SWEEP THROUGH THE DEEP

A Story of the Stirring Times of Old

BY DR. GORDON STABLES, R.N., Author of "Hearts of Oak," &c.

T. NELSON AND SONS London, Edinburgh, and New York 1894

CONTENTS.

I. POOR JACK, 9 II. "HE NEVER SAID HE LOVED ME," 20 III. AN INTERRUPTED PROPOSAL, 27 IV. THE BATTLE AND THE BREEZE, 33 V. "NOW THIS GOOD BLADE SHALL BE MY BRIDE," 43 VI. A BOLT FROM THE BLUE, 54 VII. "WENT GLIDING AWAY LIKE A BEAUTIFUL GHOST," 61 VIII. ON BOARD THE SAUCY "TONNERAIRE," 70 IX. "A SPLENDID NIGHT'S WORK, TOM!" 78 X. IN THE MOON'S BRIGHT WAKE, 87 XI. THE PHANTOM FRENCHMAN, 94 XII. A BATTLE BY NIGHT, 103 XIII. A HAPPY SHIP, 111 XIV. MUTINY, 123 XV. BEFORE CADIZ, 129 XVI. JACK AND THE MUTINEERS, 138 XVII. IN A FOOL'S PARADISE, 145 XVIII. "WOULD HE EVER COME AGAIN?" 152 XIX. THE BATTLE OF CAMPERDOWN, 162 XX. NELSON AND THE NILE, 171 XXI. WILLIE DIED A HERO'S DEATH, 180 XXII. STILL WATERS RUN DEEP, 189 XXIII. "IT'S ALL UP, MR. RICHARDS, IT'S ALL UP!" 197 XXIV. BY THE OLD DIAL STONE, 206

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As We Sweep through the Deep.

CHAPTER I.

POOR JACK.

"As ye sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow, While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow." CAMPBELL.

"Just two years this very day since poor Jack Mackenzie sailed away from England in the Ocean Pride ."

Mr. Richards, of the tough old firm of Griffin, Keane, and Co., Solicitors, London, talked more to himself than to any one within hearing.

As he spoke he straightened himself up from his desk in a weary kind of way, and began to mend his pen: they used quills in those good old times.

"Just two years! How the time flies! And we're not getting any younger. Are we, partner?"

Whether Mr. Keane heard what he said or not, he certainly did not reply immediately. He was standing by the window, gazing out into the half dark, fog shaded street.

"Fog, fog, fog!" he grunted peevishly; "nothing but fog and gloom. Been nothing else all winter; and now that spring has all but come, why it's fog, fog, fog, just the same! Tired of it sick of it!"

Then he turned sharply round, exclaiming, "What did you say about Jack and about growing younger?"

Mr. Richards smiled a conciliatory smile. He was the junior partner though the older man if that is not a paradox for his share in the firm was not a quarter as large as Keane's, who was really Keane by name and keen by nature, of small stature, with dark hair turning gray, active, business like, and a trifle suspicious.