Penny Dreadfuls, 1867 · page 13 of 300
Roving Jack, The Pirate Hunter — page 13: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Page Description This is page 9 of a Victorian penny dreadful titled *Roving Jack, the Pirate Hunter*. The page features a wood-engraved illustration titled "The Phantom of the Foaming Reef" (with a note directing readers to page 12 for more) depicting a young man in a boat encountering a ghostly or supernatural figure on a cliff. Below the illustration is dialogue-heavy prose in which an old sailor, terrified by something he has witnessed, is helped aboard a ship by Jack and brought to meet Mrs. Warbold and Violet. The frightened sailor cryptically refuses to explain what he saw, while Jack offers him brandy to revive him.
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ROVING JACK, THE PIRATE HUNTER. 9 i - - < ‘ RL TUE PHANTOM OF THE FOAMING REEF. Srer Pace 12. “What have you seen ?” The old man shook his head with dreadful sig- nificance. “Tf you had seen old Nick himself you couldn’t show more terror,” said Jack, a little contemp- tuously. “Tail and horns !” moaned the old sailor. “ Oh— h—h !” “Where ?” “ Avast heaving, Master Jack, lend a hand to heave me up the gangway; I’m as helpless asa stranded porpoise. Oh, that Ishould ever live to see this night !’’ Jack gave his arm to the old fellow, carefully led him up the stairs, and conducted him to the No. 2. chamber where Mrs. Warbold and Violet received him with looks of awe and wonder, ‘“Oh ! what has happened ?” cried Jack’s mother, But the old man looked unutterable things, and sinking down vpon the couch, renewed his piteoua groaning, “Shall I fetch the case-bottle, mother?” asked Jack, biting his lips to restrain an involuntary smile ; “perhaps a dram of cognac ——” “Might revive the wital spark in my bussom, which is now as cold as a lump of ice,” rejoined the old man, through his chattering teeth. ‘ Thank’ee, Master Jack ; the least drain in the varsal world, marm, t’d be acharity.” Mrs, Warbold needed no further prompting, but COMNMUCLWOOKKSsGO@