The Blockade Runner — page 97: what you’re looking at

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Ns _ THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. At ten the blockade runner quietly slipped her cables, and with the stanch old pilot, Foulweather Tom, on the bridge, dropped noiselessly down the river with her narrow prow turned seaward. It was a moment of subdued excitement. Not. a light was visible about the craft, but the pilot knew his duty, and she crept seaward like a. thing of life. “We'll make it!” said Powell to Mowbray, who stood at his side on the upper deck. “ This time we'll get to sea, for it’s growing thick as mud seaward.’’ Mowbray expressed gratification at the Fexhound’s progress, but his thoughts could not. keep from the blockade runner’s other passenger—the Confederate agent. “What is your other passenger’s name, captain ?”’ he suddenly asked Powell. “ Catesby—Gerald Catesby, I believe. Ever heard of him ?” 66 No 99 “Then, of course, you’ve never met,” continued the blockade runner. “ When we get to sea ]’ll make you acquainted. He knows that you’re on board, for he spoke of you when he came the last time. He sticks close to his cabin, for some cause or other. I haven’t seen him since he shut himself in; but we’ll stir him out before the voyage is over. Ah! sir, are we not going to outwit the Yankees?” The Foxhound was rapidly approaching the mouth of Cape Fear River, and shortly afterward she was breasting the waves of the ocean itself. Not a sound was heard on board the steamer. She glided through the darkness apparently, with- out effort. S| : COMING DOOKS.-EO