Clif's Hour of Peril; or, On Board the Admiral's Flagship — page 9: what you’re looking at

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TRUE BLUE, ih the dense thicket the three'could not have been ten yards away. “And they were coming forward rapid- a8 as if expecting a long chase: The eager cadet noticed that the sailors each had revolvers in their hands, and that Celayo had a drawn sword. He _gritted his teeth resolutely. There was an anxious moment for Clif. It would have been for the three Span- Fs jards also if they had had any idea of the peril that lay in front of them. But they came on unawares. And Clif, by a strong ‘effort of will, held himself back until they were almost upon him. ‘It was a terrible thing to. do; an am- bush always seems an unfair way of fight- ing. But Clif’s position was a desperate one, and he knew it. He had his revolvers leveled and from behind the bushes he took a long, care- fnl aim. , His life depended upon that aim, and he knew it. ‘here would be no second chance. And when he pulled the triggers, both together, the two Spanish sailors did not even have time to be surprised. As the sharp report rang out both of them flung up their hands and staggered backwards without a groan. Neither of them inoved again, for Clif’s pellc™ had sped true to their mark. i - As for trembling Celayo one may fancy the look of horror upon Ins face; he stood perfectly transfixed with amaze- ment. # And almost before the two unfortunate sailors had had time to fall Clif had leaped up from his place of concealment a “4 yee tre ——. wh Ses ake rh y ri aud leveled the two mereere at the offi- ‘cer’s head. “Hold up your hands,’’ he shouted, a ‘for you are a dead man!’ ™;. < CHAPTER III. A STRANGE DUEL. There was a determined look upon Chf Faraday’s face just then, and a hght in his eyes that there was no inistaking® ~ _ And yet in spite of that, and in spite of the fact that the volver was within a few feet of Lieuten- muzzle of the re- ant Celayo’s face, so deep was the iman’s wrath and fury that he would certarily have tried to resist. But unfortunately for him he had his sword in his hand instead of his revolver, and he had sense enough to know that he could do nothing with that. So he merely stood motionless, glar- ing into Clif’s eyes with the concentrated fury of a tiger. For perhaps half a minute they con- tintred so. During that time the Spamiard found himself gazing into the muzzle of Chif’s revolver, The sight ought to have tamed him some- which never wavered. what. The cadet gave him time to realize the hopelessness of his position; then he spoke. “Tieutenant Celayo,’’ voice that was calm and firm, ‘‘you will he said, ina drop your sword.’’ The Spaniard’s reply was an oath, and a refusal. Clif smiled grimly. ‘“‘Well see,’’ he muttered. think PSE HOW TO GET A NICE PRESENT FREE—READ PAGE 32. os _ > a %4 - 3 « bu ® aS rte, ee cH oh, +, ay ad) , - ey b's a seg Pecmicbooke com