Clif's Hour of Peril; or, On Board the Admiral's Flagship — page 8: what you’re looking at

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TRUE BLUE. - il About as stealthily as aserpent miglit have done Clif raised himself up until he could see through the high grass. Then he waited. i The first sound he heard was the snap- ping of atwig. Then he caught the noise of people walking. Clif strained his ears. Suddenly he heard a voice—one that he was eagerly listening for. It was Don Celayo! At first the tones were low. Clif could eatch nothing. But every moment the steps caine nearer. And then at last he could what was said. make out ‘You say you saw him near here ?’’ A low response from the negress. you understand I'll take no fooling! Santa Maria, if I don’t find him, I’? kill you——”’ ‘*Oh—oh, senor!’’ ‘Por dios, **VYou know me, I think. You say he shot at you ?”’ ° ‘*'Y-yves, senor.’’ ‘IT can’t see why the dog should do that. ‘I told you so, senor!’’ cried the wo- But where—what’s that!’ man, eagerly. ‘““They’ve found the hat,’? muttered Clif. . “Ves, it’s his!” roared the Spaniard. ‘Carainba! But he’s gone now. By Heaven, we'll catch him !’’ He suddenly seemed to recollecf that it might be well to make no noise. All Clif could catch then were the whispered words: ‘‘come on, men.” | Men! Clif started. He had not thoneht of the JE peed PEOPLE eae FRANK’S OWENS fa -5 i ° ~% fe ° ee é neal s ¥ A Se. ms ° ah # wt — “ oa uw #* * » “a Oe 4 . i * ~ - * J + aa / fork See ae “i as lieutenant’s coming sailors. For a moment Clif thought of waiting - for awhile for a better opportunity to carry,» with some of the > +,% ae * > + a, out his plans, but he was too angry for 4 that. | “No, stay and have it out,’’ he re- solved. _ | He gripped lhis revolver yet tighter. The moment had almost come! Don Celayo had not half believed the woman’s story, which accounts for his careless actions. He knew, or thought he knew, that Clif had been killed last night along with half a “dozen Spanish sailors. But*now all was different. He was sure that the hated American was alive. And he and his men, they might be, came on so silently that © the cadet could hardly hear them. He heard the in fright, however, and suddenly he heard negress moaning the savage Spaniard wltisper: ‘Shut up, you fool!’ And then once more there was silence, — and a long, anxious period of suspense. ee * however many | - * ; ol ae ¥ ion a? pee © ‘ a <i i = me ve oe Y/'3 ~~ . . . * > ig . \, bad § *. d ‘4 i at « af “~~ iF oa 7 . “He: aS. ~~ 2 i Alen > jag ~~ “| - + Be <> <> ; k ~ ‘a ., - + . % - ; i a tse > af ~ : ~ : cay: “% 4 bg 4 — * ‘ 4 e «"# P “- = a ey - _ es * * - ob ' + — At the so : . F, i . aa wy" AM er i. “a > < a , wt 2 7 ® a e > ai | 2 ‘ -.. - . * > a! ie . = Pa ® ply a Z a a ‘fe: BS Z Don Celayo must have told from aa ground which way Clif had gone; : out silently to track him. In half a minute more the cadet, peering out from his hiding place, osnsten the first glimpse of a white uniform, snd : a moment later of another. “If that’s: all, I can manage it very nicely.’’ ‘“T wo sailors,’’ he thought. he set — ae . ” ~ “ "tt a | = an Ns He continued watching ; he saw the lieutenant behind the two men. And that ; was all. ee hy ed | . * Frag noes - se as ' f fo , “a e a we ee , j nd, al - nt } P ps - os ‘ - * 45 ee 4 43 e*4 Ps - “ is » a ‘ * é * J ’ a 2 - . a . . “”~ ‘ ¥ . ae Be | d ak af! , ep _- ot + a - , be comicbooks.com