“You see that pine with the top broken off by the wind—or—m—m—by lightning, or some m—m,—some all-righteous act of Almighty God,—Sam?” “I see it,” replied Potter, thickly. “All right. . . . Dan, you take the string and pegs and walk down the beach till you bring that damaged pine in line with the pine on Lantern Island.” Supple picked up a ball of cord and a bundle of pegs split from splinter-wood, and went over to the stricken tree. Here he shifted his position, squinted west until he had this tree in line with th…
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