Commodore Junk — page 207: what you’re looking at

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200 COMMODORE JUNK. “Coward!” roared Humphrey, raising himself slightly on one hand, as with the other he swept the blood from his en- sanguined face. ‘‘ You cursed hound! you lie!” The buccaneer shrank back as if from some blow; his foot was withdrawn from the wounded officer’s chest, he lowered the point of his sword, and stood gazing at his prostrate enemy wildly. “The captain shirks the job, lads,” cried a coarse voice. ‘Here, let me come,” It was Black Mazzard who spoke, and, drunken with rum and the spirit of the furious fight, he pressed forward, axe in hand. Humphrey raised himself a little higher, with his white teeth bared in fierce defiance as he prepared to meet the death- blow he saw about to fall. But at that moment the buccaneer caught his lieutenant’s uplifted arm. “Enough!” he cried, fiercely ; ‘‘no more blood. He is no coward. Bart—Dinny, take this gentleman ashore.” Humphrey Armstrong did not hear the words, for his defiant act exhausted his failing strength, and he fell back in- sensible to all that happened for many hours to come. CHAPTER XXIII. CAPTAIN HUMPHREY COMES TO. Oaprain Humpurey lay upon his back staring at his con- science. He was weak from loss of blood, weaker from fever ; and he would have fared better if he had had proper medical treatment instead of the rough but kindly doctoring and nursing of Bart the surgeon, and Dinny the hospital nurse. GComichbooksicom =)