The Blockade Runner — page 134: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADH RUNNER. 135 “Pass the word for Mr. Bentham.” In two minutes the young gunner saluted his com- mander on he quarter-deck. “You've been in Wilmington lately and are prob- ably familiar with the looks of many of the fen oo i runners that were in that port at the time.” “IT was only there one day, sir, and had little chance to inspect them ; but you may know that I came from Europe on one of the most notorious of the class.” “So I have heard. Well, sir, take this glass and examine yonder steamer and let me know what you think of her.” Bentham leveled the glass at the long, low, rakish vessel that was slowly sailing along in the bright moon- light, as though waiting for something, and hardly more than a mile distant. “By George! that’s the Foxhound, sir,” he ex- claimed excitedly. : “ What.!” ejaculated his commander, who knew the famous blockader well by reputation ; “the Fox- hound ?” “Yes, sir.” “Are you sure of that ?” “Quite positive. She is the vessel I came over from France on, and is commanded by Captain Ralph Powell. She’s loaded with cotton at this moment, or possibly she’s just out of Nassau with contraband goods. In any case you will pone never have a better chance to bring her to.” ““She’s a prize w orth the catching,” said Captain Graham, briskly issuing orders to bear up for the ae ae ; “Hixcyse me, sir, but it will interest you to know COMIC ooOoks (©) 5}