The four-naster Highfields (well-known in the Calcutta trade) was slowly beating her vay up to the Port Phillip pilotagetgrounds in the face of a light northerly breeze. Just against the northern horizon could be discerned the black trail of smoke from a tug burning the well-known Australian coal that betrays its presence miles away. An hour side, and a cheery voice from her dirty or. so elapsed, the puting tug ranged along-bridge hailed the skipper of the stately four-master.
"Morning, Captain. Tow line ready? Ifso let one of your hands stand by for our heaving line." "Why, what's up?" said the skipper, "what about the figure?" "Oh, d—n the figure, get your rope up. My orders are to get you up the river without wasting a blooming minute." 'The loaded end of the tug's heaving-line fell with a thud on the windjavumer's deck and was pick' secured by one of the crew, sick and tire of the " tacking ship" that had been going on for the last three days in a prolong: attempt to beat the ship to port. Jack "never works with a heartier g will than at the business of getting the towline aboard a tug altars providing it is to be towed into and not out of port.
The while the crew are busy getting the cumbrous coir rope from its resting place in the forehold, the tug's skipper, who hod nimbly jumped from his bridge into the
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