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222 THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. of the weapons took on the gleam of fire under the flickering gaslights. . Foulweather Tom began to have misgivings as to the issue, and his mahogany-hued hands worked nervously as he watched the deadly encounter. A quick cut of Gilmor’s wounded Powell in his sword hand. : | Then like a tiger who has tasted blood he quickly - resumed his savage attack, and Flash found the tables turned on ‘himself again. “What! can’t I avenge Mowbray ?” The answer was a defiant look. Powell’s attack now became actually irresistible. Flash was forced almost to the wall; he could not withstand such a terrible assault. | “You see | have you, assassin!” cried the blockade runner. ‘Tom and I will be the only persons to leave this room alive.” At that instant Gilmor’s sword was beaten from his hand. He was at Powell’s mercy. Did the victor spare ? No! He leaped at his enemy, raising the heavy sword like a saber, and with two tremendous blows, that would have cloven a casque, cut him down! Powell would have followed the strokes with others as Gilmor reeled away, cut to the death, if the pilot had not thrown himself between the two men regard- less of the captain’s intentions. Not a single cry had been driven from Gilmor’s throat by the brutal blow. CONNIE DOOKS.E© 5