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THE RED BUOY
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to him. What had become of those silly
postmaster’s boys ? He could see nothing of the boat
anywhere. It was probably behind the wharf.
Not a person was to be seen on the wharf now,
either. It was so late that every one had gone
home.
Johnny Blossom shouted: "Olaf! Herman!"
No answer, only the sea’s pounding. A big
wave dashed over his legs, and the pear rocked
and plunged frightfully.
All at once Johnny Blossom was afraid. Not
a little afraid, but overwhelmed with great fear.
Here he was alone out in the midst of the wide
waters, with no one to see him, no one to hear
him, and no one to help him. A great wave
struck against the buoy, leaving his stockings
dripping wet up to the knees.
"Oh, Mother! Mother!" screamed Johnny in
terror.
Another wave came — a stronger one — and
dashed even higher. He would be safer, perhaps,
if he lay on his stomach and stuck his arms
through the big ring that they fastened the
ship’s ropes to.
Oh, if he were only at home! Oh, those wicked
postmaster’s boys who had rowed away and left
him! They should get their pay when — but
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