The Blockade Runner — page 92: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 93 cables, but a mistake, by intimation, that he had safely reached the high seas. Norah’s letter had been dispatched when she learned that Powell had been driven back by the blockading fleet. Once more the trim blockade runner lay at the wharves, with a cursing captain on her deck and a dis- satisfied crew below. , “ Better luck next time. Curse the Yankee fleet !” growled Powell, looking madly toward the tall masts of the blockaders that lay beyond the bar in the broad light of another day. “One of these days, by Jove! I'll lay alongside one of their frigates and blow her out of the water. They don’t want to play with Ralph Powell. They handle fire when they do.” That evening the blockade runner was visited on shipboard by Gordon Mowbray. ~“ When are you going to try to get out of here again ?” he asked. : “To-morrow night. We’ll have a gale then, or I’m no sailor.” “This will be your third attempt, I think.” “Yes. I’ve been here seven weeks and mean to get off now.” : “Ah! What are your accommodations for pas- sengers ¢” “ Not very ample, sir.” “Could you take out two ?’ “That depends.” “ Certainly ; I understand that,” said Mowbray. ‘“T have decided to take Norah to Nassau.” Powell looked his surprise. _ “You go to Nassau, captain 2” CoOMmicoookss.eE@