The Blockade Runner — page 99: what you’re looking at

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100 THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. though the furnaces were crammed with fuel, and in anticipation of a chase Powell ordered the heads of a dozen barrels of tar to be knocked in. On—on through the gloomy night and the tempest- uous sea went the Foxhound. Would she escape 4 | This was the question that was uppermost in every brain. Suddenly a flash of fire seemed to leap from the sea off the ship’s starboard side, and a shot hissed as it passed over the deck doing no harm. “How’s that, sir?’ smiled Powell, looking into Mow- bray’s pale face. ‘ We'll soon get out of range ir the rate we’re going now. He can’t do that again.” Another Hash quickly followed the first, but the iron shot was not heard. “ What did I tell you?” laughed the blockade runner. “Tt takes a gull to catch the Foxhound when she tars her furnaces !” The Federal blockader continued to deliver some shots at the Confederate craft, but they did not prove effective. Foulweather Tom had steered the vessel beyond danger, and tio hours later her furnaces were allowed to cool, for she was no longer chased. | -“ Your hand, captain!” exclaimed Mowbray, turning suddenly upon Powell. ‘“ You have kept your word. We have escaped !” “Captain Powell, permit me to thank you also.” Mowbray turned upon the speaker—Catesby, the Confederate agent—and then started with astonish- ment. | “Catesby ?” he ejaculated, under his breath. That man is Flash Gilmor!” Comichbooksico 5}