A Blow for the Service: Victorian Naval Adventure — page 32: what you’re looking at

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30 FISHCAKE, THE AVENGER! Both were peering through the glass top of the side entrance door. Fishcake’s breath quickened. ‘There, sure enough, was the miscreant whom Clif Faraday had so bitterly de- nounced that day. He was standing at the bar, singing some kind of a song to three loungers whom he had been treating. The fat, foreign-faced landlord behind the bar was blandly nodding and smiling on his good customer. Quesada “owned the place,” quite. Tull of strong drink, and buying more, he was allowed to ‘rule the | roost.” | In a remote dark corner sat a man muffled up in an enveloping rain coat, apparently asleep. Fishcake turned to Nanny. ‘“Heis in there,” he said. “Shall I call him out?” | “No!” answered Nanny, grittily ; “we'll wade in!” ‘‘Sorr!” said the Irishman, putting out a detaining hand as ishcake touched the knob of the door, ““we have our roights.”’ “What are you getting at?” asked Biskeus in some | surprise. | “Tf we moight be allowed to exercise an appaling to the judements of the friends of that Spanyard in case they tuk a hand.” “We shan’t forget your good intentions,” smiled Fish- ;, cake, “but we cadets wipe out an insult personally, unless the aggressor is a giant and stands behind a cannon!” “T helave ye! Still, as a resarve loight artillery we shall bring up the pontoons when the crisis permits!” winked the spoiling-for-a-ficht Milesian. Fishcake opened the door—Nanny pressed pate the place beside him. The uproarious crowd at the bar did not notice them. ; “By the nane of his neck!” formulated Fishcake in a | whisper, “down to his knees! Apology!’ “And then?” insinuated Nannv. “As he is a oreaser x “Vac Paty “Ac he con’t understand the real American way ¥ “Go ahead!” 99 : -™ ed . 4 ae et - Sen , - - PS * ig to. #* - - +s a, 48 ay < ; we Pom lg PO, - i 1 Rh ces ue S Daee = ep iaralh ~ comicbooks.cor A’