A Blow for the Service: Victorian Naval Adventure — page 29: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

FISHCAKE, THE AVENGER! “Yaw, dot horsepistol !’’ acceded his partner. Fishcake became anxious. ‘‘He’s hurted,”’ proceeded the Irishman. ‘Won oi.” “What do you mean?” inquired fishcake. ‘“‘No—von eyses!” proudly corrected the other. ae was plugged.” ‘Basted, och hone!” added the Milesian. “We found him and we cared for him. He’s sint for you and he said c - Fishcake rattled out a handful of coin. Ee pressed a quarter on either. ‘Now,’ he directed, “the shortest way and the quickest —take me to Nanny.” Fishcake hurried on his cap and led. the way into the corridor. He tried the doors of several rooms as he passed them, >? ‘but their usual occupants were out. It was “free néght”’ for the institution, and the cadets were enjoying it, and Iishcake had no time to hunt for his friends. Some remarks were made by a few joking loungers as Fishcake started for the gates. An allusion was ventured concerning “the new German ambassador ;” another to the effect that F ishcake 's uncle “had come over from the ould sod.” But the lank plebe’s mind was on business bent, Nanny had sent for him and was “hurted.” How much, he could not very clearly glean from the— dialectic incoherency of his two guides, and he gave up trying to find out. They led him over a mile and a half. When hey stopped it was in a poor quarter of the town and before a miserable junk shop. _“TDot was dose,” announced the German. “Ves, there we left him, dead or dying, asthore!’’ added the Irishman. But Nanny was very much alive. Very impatiently seated on a coil of old rope, Fishcake found him in the poorly lichted place. “Well, young one?” propounded Fisheake, very much — a 3 relieved to find the little fellow alive and kicking, ak - @ ™ comicbooks.com