The Blockade Runner — page 98: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 99 It was the critical moment. Ralph Powell stood on deck with a powerful night- glass clutched firmly in his hands. The gale was now at its height, and great waves beat against the Foxhound, threatening her timbers. 2 There’ s a light alma clead ied. ” suddenly - whispered Powell to Mowbray, who still kept at his side. Mowbray could hardly repress an exclamation. “A cruiser’s light, captain ?”’ “A signal light—that’s what I call it.” “Can’t we avoid the vessel ?” “Tm not going to run afoul of her if I can help it, sir,” was the blockade runner’s reply. “There! the confounded glare has disappeared. I know what that means.” “What, captain ?” “We've been seen.” “‘ Tmpossible.” “A Yankee blockader’s eyes are as keen as a fox’s. I’ve learned that by experience; but let me give the sea-spider the slip. Don’t become alarmed, colonel. Remember the legend above my cabin door. ‘ The Fox- - hound will never ‘be taken ! ” It was true that the light which had been ahaeraed ahead had disappeared, and it behooved Powell to exert his utmost strategy in order to avoid the Federal blockader which threatened him. The captain of the Foxhound was equal to the emergency. He had not been .outwitted yet; he never would be! The blockade runner veered a point, and then kept on her course. Her engines worked noiselessly, al- COMuiclooks C© 5}