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H. Rider Haggard: Allan Quatermain11. CHAPTER XI: THE FROWNING CITY (continued)All this while, having hoisted the sail again as soon as we had finished bathing, we had been progressing steadily for the land, or, rather, for the mouth of a great river. Presently -- in all about an hour and a half after the little boat had left us -- we saw emerging from the river or harbour a large number of boats, ranging up to ten or twelve tons burden. One of these was propelled by twenty-four oars, and most of the rest sailed. Looking through the glass we soon made out that the row-boat was an official vessel, her crew being all dressed in a sort of uniform, whilst on the half-deck forward stood an old man of venerable appearance, and with a flowing white beard, and a sword strapped to his side, who was evidently the commander of the craft. The other boats were apparently occupied by people brought out by curiosity, and were rowing or sailing towards us as quickly as they could. 'Now for it,' said I. 'What is the betting? Are they going to be friendly or to put an end to us?' Nobody could answer this question, and, not liking the warlike appearance of the old gentleman and his sword, we felt a little anxious. This is page 125 of 278. [Mark this Page] Mark any page to add this title to Your Bookshelf. (0 / 10 books on shelf) Buy a copy of Allan Quatermain at Amazon.com
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