The Blockade Runner — page 161: what you’re looking at

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162 THH BLOCKADE RUNNER. ical sea, about three weeks after the incidents already narrated. The cruiser Avenger was steaming slowly along well, inside of Great Abaco light. It was not very dark, though the moon was still be- low the horizon, for the stars were out in all their glory. “She won’t come out to-night, that’s certain,” said Bentham to Jupe, with whom he was conversing, while both hung over the starboard: bulwarks in the waist of the steamer. “ By golly, Marse Bob, I dunno ’bout dat. Dat yere Powell is de mos’ recklus pusson I eber know’d. Ebery udder skipper hangs baek for a: foggy ebening, but.dat: Powell, he don’t seem ter care:a snap. De Foxhound. is so debblish fast dat he snap him fingers at de cruisers here ’bouts, and come an’ go when him please. I reckon dat him aed suah ter come out if him make up him mind ter do so.’ ‘¢ chow. if he does, we’ll nab pea as sureias eggs are egos.” “Golly, I hope so, sah.” “ Steamer ho !” came pealing down from the foretop, startling every one into alertness. The officer of the deck soon learned that the stranger was several miles distant, and was stealing seaward, close under the lee of Eleuthera island. | Not a light showed aboard of her, and she looked like a thin black moving shadow ; indeed, it required: very sharp eyes indeed to make her out. ati alk until attention was called to the spot. Several night-glasses were leveled at her. “Till bet that’s the Foxhound. Powell is a sly - GComicbooksreom