The Blockade Runner — page 57: what you’re looking at

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BS THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. ‘Fo’ de land’s sake, dat war a tellin’ lick ejaculated Jupe, his eyes glittering like a pair of diamonds. “ It’s no mo’ dan Cap’n Powers deserves’ fo’ sneakin’ ’round arter de young missus so much.” | The man who accompanied Powers was muffled to the throat in a thick overcoat, but Jupe recognized him as Flash Gilmor. | Hard upon the blow with the flattened side of the sword, Powers drew the weapon that hung in its scabbard on his thigh, and handed the lantern to his friend. “We will fight here—now !” he exclaimed, facing Bentham, who was already on guard. “ That black traitor is your second, I suppose. Gilmor, here, is mine. You were to have been my second officer on the decks of the Swiftwing; but the hopes of many are to be dissipated here. - We have never met before, I believe. After this duel we will never meet again.” Bentham did not deign to reply to the boast con- tained in the last sentence. His look told that he was eager for the fight. Gilmor gave the signal, and the next instant fire flashed along the crossed blades. If Powers was a good swordsman, Bentham was his equal. The young man had studied more than gunnery during his residence in France. Jupe, the darky, drew off and gazed at the duellists with distended eyes. Never before had he witnessed such a combat. The rivals fought with much bitterness ; lunge, parry, thrust and counter-thrust followed in quick succession. CoOmMichbooks sco 5}