The Blockade Runner — page 178: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 179 federate naval uniform, the other tall, and dressed in a manner that suggested a disguise. ‘Flash Gilmor!” fell from the gunner’s lips, after he had gazed at the pair—especially at the tall man— a moment. ‘The waters did not ingulf him after his brutal deed.” The man was indeed Flash Gilmor. The small officer seemed to be his companion, for the pair stood side by side, looking at the many colored lanterns that were being run to the top of the pole in the center of the plaza or square. “Ob, for a sword, face to face with you, ruffian !” pccisaanl Bentham, ae the next moment he turned quickly to the negro. | “Wait here for me, Jupe,” he said, and before Jupe could utter a remonstrance he was gone. “Ts de man crazy!” cried the negro, unconsciously speaking aloud and causing several bystanders to notice him. “ Hyer me is, not an hour in de city, an’ Massa Bob puts off arter de first enemy him sees. Dat’s no way to carry outa plan!” and Jupe started off to find the gunner. Meanwhile Bentham, his blood at the boiling point and rage tugging at his heartstrings, was making his way toward Flash Gilmor and his companion. “He won’t recognize me—I know it,’ the young gunner was saying to himself. “Iam going to settle accounts with him first, and that before dawn.” A minute later he reached Flash Gilmor’s side, and jostled him with more spirit than gentility. Instantly the Southerner turned and demanded an apology in no civil voice. “This is my apology !” flashed Bentham, and the COMMicoooks co 3