The Blockade Runner — page 94: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOUKADE RUNNER. 95 Since her reported arrival at Nassau, the great ren- dezvous for Confederate cruisers and blockade runners, he had not heard a word from her. What had become of Powers? The day after Mowbray’s visit to Gavhar Powell, another man came aboard the Foxhound. He was a fine-looking individual, with a glossy black beard, which of itself stamped him an important personage. | “When do you get off ?’_he said to Powell. “ To-night.” “ Without fail ?” “Such is my expectation.” “Good! I go with you to Nassau.” “The deuce you do!” was at the end of Powell’s tongue; but he did not let it go. “eT am sorry that I cannot take you, sir; but the truth of the matter, is that my two staterooms “T can get along without a stateroom, captain,” was the interruption; and the speaker lnuehed. ‘“*T must go to Nassau; there can be no ifs and buts about it. IT am an pet of the Confederate government, and.” , “Beg your pardon, sir,” said Powell. “ You shall go with me then in spite of a thousand Yankee block- aders. Dll make you as comfortable as possible in my own cabin, while I will bunk with Mr. Cresson, my second officer. Where is your luggage?’ ‘““T have none.” Thus the Foxhound got another passenger, and Powell threw a quick but penetrating glance at him as they separated. “Tve seen a man of his make-up somewhere,” he 5} CoOmMicloooks.e@ ;