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SILVER SHOAL LIGHT
dawn, and with them had gone Steve Warren, with his straight, honest grin and his slow, Southern speech, and his wonderful white uniform.
"Fogger," said Garth, looking up from his porridge, "will you please shove me the sea-dust?"
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