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It was nearly midnight when the two young men took their way back through the fields to their boat and its faithful guardian. They were soon afloat, and none but Leet would have ventured to row so steadily and rapidly down Great Bay in the fog that now shut in about them like a wall of white wool, muffling all objects from sight. The stillness was intense, save for the lapping of the water on the near-by shore,--this seeming to quicken the old darkey's acute knowledge of the course he was rowing. The young men sat …