D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 147: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

136 The Phantom Bell. “Would you go and make sure?” said the duchess, wrought up by the fears about her husband. “As for me,” said Jacinta, addressing no one in par- ticular, but the musketeer took it all to himself, “I could not rest this night if I thought that a poor seaman were there, clinging to a sea-washed rock, or a mast, much as the Sire de Gannarta was, beating with dying hand that lantern tipped post—all through the livelong night!” “Tam going.” Then, as the thought of Pedro and his shipmates obtruded on his political speculations, he ex- claimed with vigor, “TI go!” He saw Pedro, so wise, brave, profound, indefatigable, noble spirit, in a vulgar shape, battling as he had done with old ocean. He had forgotten the Jew, perhaps in equal peril! Bracing up his belt tightly and snatching the kerchief off the negress’ head as she stood, staring; he bound it round his own brow like a bull fighter’s scarf cap. He dashed down the declivity, shouting to his companion: “Watch and ward over the ladies!” COPNIELOOOKSs.EOKn