The Blockade Runner — page 213: what you’re looking at

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214 THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. “JTt’s nobody else,’ was the response, and the speaker’s clutch tightened on Gilmor’s shoulder. “I’m willing to lose the Foxhound for the chance of finding youagain. Fortune favored you the night you escaped after killing Mowbray; but Nemesis bas thrown you into my hands. Here, Jack, help me pull this assas- sin in!” Flash Gilmor would have resisted if strength would have saved him; but he was completely in the power of the men in the boat. He was pulled in by brute force, for he did not as- sist himself in any way, and as he was placed on the bottom of the boat, Powell and the pilot took up the’ oars again, and sent the craft lying from the spot. Flash Gilmor thus fell into the hands of the man | whom he most dreaded—the man on board whose ship he had committed a most brutal murder. He knew that Mowbray and Powell were old friends at the time of the former’s death, and, therefore, he could expect no mercy at the captain’s hands. For several minutes he lay silent and sullen in the boat, glaring at his captors, but especially at Powell, with the smothered rage of a thwarted tiger. “T would like to know by what authority you take me to Nassau?” he said sullenly. The blockade runner smiled. “The authority that vengeance bestows, of course,” the captain answered. “Froth at the mouth, and curse Powell and fate as you please, Flash Gilmor. [ was Mowbray’s friend. I have a right to avenge his death. Nobody saw you commit the crime. You would set up the plea of self-defense; but a court will never hear you.” Comichbooks.co im) * wr, 4 3 ;