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THH BLOCKADE RUNNER. 27 as | bay you will not mention it, sir.” “ What!’ exclaimed Powell, incredulously “« Not mention it? Why, man, they ll give you a public ovation !” “T prefer not to have the notériety.” “ Do you really mean that ?” “JT do; and I request asa favor that you will say nothing about my agency in this affair. Remember, it would only reflect on yourself.” “That’s so,” admitted Powell; “I didn’t think of that. I won’t say a word, then. Hold the light till I put the fuse away. There now, we'll go on deck.” They passed from the stateroom and ascended the stairs. The Foxhound was running in by the beach channel, and the frowning battlements of Fort Caswell could be just distinguished off the starboard bow in the gloom. Foulweather Tom was on the bridge and had just signalled to the engine-room to reduce speed, for the blockade runner was out of danger from the gunboats. They had ceased firing and were steaming off shore, though their iron hulls were no longer visible to the Foxhound’s people. “Safe at last, eh, Tom?” exclaimed the skipper, who was now in an exhilarating mood. “T see you thought better of blowing us all to king- dom come,” replied the pilot. “Tf I failed it is because of the interference of our passenger. He is a gallant fellow, and deserves the thanks of all on board,” said Powell, in a low voice. “ Ay, ay; I believe you, sir,” answered Foulweather Tom. | Gomicyoo S (©)