The Blockade Runner — page 174: what you’re looking at

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ute Back © ¥ THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 175 He landed against the unsuspecting spy whose throat one of his sable hands clutched, and whom he bore backward notwithstanding his desperate struggles. “Not a word, you spyin’ debbil!” hissed Jupe, in the trailer’s ear. “De hand oba giant am at you throat, an’ you may find yerself in de world ob spirits mighty soon ef your tongue wags.” The spy could not speak, even if he had wished tw, for his captor’s hand almost choked him, and effuct- ually prevented a single word from finding its ‘vay from his tongue. At length Jupe thought he had choked the spy enough. He loosened his grip, but not until he had dragged him from the sidewalk into a narrow way not unlike an alley. “ Now, what you follerin’ us fo’? A ihe breath, a gasp, and then: “ You’se Jupe, ole Massa Mowbray’s nigger.” Jupe could hardly repress an exclamation of surprise. The spy was Black Tom, the negro who had aczom- panied Captain Powers from Wilmington in the Swiftwing. : The surprise was mutual. “Tse ole Jupe, suah enuff!” said Bentham’s black companion, when he recovered from his surprise. Now, look hyer, Tom, who’se you spy in’ fo’ in Nassau ?” “Dat’s my bizness!” was the provoking answer. Kor a moment Jupe’s hand seemed about to fly at the captive’s throat again. “No foolin’, Tom,” he said threateningly, “ Dis am de most serious piece ob bizness you’se eber had to do with. i-can’t afford to let you go, fo’ de man what 2?” demanded Jupe. COMMicooOoks C@ S|