The Blockade Runner — page 232: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. Paes, would rather see here than yourself. When do you sail, Captain Powers ?” Powers’ eyes flashed indignantly. “T generally keep my own secrets, Throxton,” he said. “Very well. We will not press the subject.” For another moment the privateer eyed the Unicn- ist, and then strode toward the door again. Throxton did not stir. “Tet me out!” exclaimed Powers, seeing that there was a disposition on Throxton’s part to detain bia. “You have no right to keep me here against my wii. You have already incurred the ill-will of the authori- ties by harboring and hiding Bentham, the Yankee gunner, to-night. I have a right to demand my liberty.” “ And as this is my own house I claim the right to refuse it.” “What, sir? This language to an officer who sa:is under the flag of the Confederate government ?”’ ex- claimed Powers. “By Jove! I will put an end to your double game. You have been permitted to escape too long. This act seals your doom—puts an end to your practices, and cripples the Yankee cause.” A light, irritating laugh rippled over Throxton’s lips. * Just as you please, captain,” he said, with cutting sarcasm ; “but first you must get away from here.” “ You will not let me out, then 2” “T will not.” Powell sprang back with an oath, and his hand darted swiftly toward his belt. “Ho! none of that,’ said Throxton quietly, but Comicaoo SS (©)