The Blockade Runner — page 204: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. DME) It was evident that the spy was near his end, for a strange rattling in his throat followed the last word. Captain Powers bestowed another glance upon him ~ and left the cabin—left the man who had served him faithfully to die alone. Ten minutes later the privateersman was in Nassau. He was unattended and hurried down the darkened streets as if eager to reach a certain point within a given time. “Nassau isn’t large enough to afford him a hiding place!” he muttered, his thoughts returning to his enemy. “If this city was London, he should not escape me. My men failed, and that when they stood face to face with him, but I will not. I want to pay him back for that sword-thrust on the banks of Cape Fear. By heavens, he shall discover that I pay my debts with the interest of vengeance!” A short distance further on Powers knocked at the door of a house that stood back from the street, with a garden in front of it. There were no lights about the premises to show that they were inhabited; but this did not deter the captain. : His raps had scarcely ceased when the door was opened—just wide enough to admit a man—and he sprung inside. “Captain Powers!” exclaimed a voice as_ the priva- teersman halted beyond the threshold. “Ttis I, Peter. Where is Mardo ?” _ The man who confronted the visitor in the dimly hghted and almost bare room disappeared for a mo- ment to usher in a dark-skinned, snake-eyed man who had the movements of a serpent. COMmMicoooks (©) 3