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9547	Stribling, T. S. (Thomas Sigismund)	The Cruise of the Dry Dock			.txt	text/plain	57952	4949	89	"Why--yes," agreed Madden, a little taken aback, "but you look like you "Not another dry dock, I trust," laughed Madden, turning to work. Greer was whisking on the water, but when Madden opened his eyes, he set "Good thing both of you came," shouted Madden, turning the tiller over "Just look, will you?" Madden pointed to Caradoc on the bunk. "You're an odd fellow, Madden," laughed Caradoc, getting slowly out of Madden made little of the craft, so he handed the glass to Smith. Alongside Madden came Greer, and after them Caradoc. Madden turned longing eyes toward the motionless schooner that was not Madden looked with anxious eyes for Caradoc, but did not see him. Steady, men!" bawled Madden, laying Caradoc down on the deck Caradoc's crew, Madden could not tell. Oh, it's Caradoc!" Madden stared down into the still, "That's Caradoc Smith," said Madden. Madden and Caradoc Smith-Wentworth.	./cache/9547.txt	./txt/9547.txt