Chapter 21 THE MAN IN THE SLOUCH HAT

The wooden arrow on the top of the cupola of the Life-Saving Station had had a busy night of it. With the going down of the sun the wind had continued to blow east-southeast-its old course for weeks-and the little sentinel, lulled into inaction, had fallen into a doze, its feather end fixed on the glow of the twilight.

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