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Various

"The Best Short Stories of 1921 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story"

He was at the point of
surrender. The torture had reached his vitals. He floundered aft.
"'What is it I must say?' he cried hoarsely, in a voice that by its very
abasement had taken on a certain dignity.
"'Say that you sunk the "Speedwell."'
"His face was shocking; a strong man breaking isn't a pleasant object.
In a flash I realized how awful had been this struggle of the wills. He
came to the decision as we watched, lost his last grip.
"'Of course I did it! You knew it all along! I had no intention--You
madman! For God's sake, haul up, before you're in the breakers!'
"'Show me your insurance money.'
"Wilbur dug frantically in an inside pocket, produced a packet of bank
notes, held them in a hand that trembled violently as the gale fluttered
the crisp leaves.
"'Throw them overboard.'
"For the fraction of a second he hesitated; then all resolution went out
in his eyes like a dying flame. He extended his arm and loosed the
notes; they were gone down the wind before our eyes could follow them.
"In the same instant Lee Fu flung down the great tiller. The sampan came
into the wind with a shock that threw us to the deck. Close under our
lee quarter lay the breakers, less than a couple of hundred yards away.
Lee Fu made frantic signals forward, where the crew were watching us in
utter terror.


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