Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 142: what you’re looking at

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136 ‘Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. back, clutched me with one hand, and raising me high above his head advanced to the side of the vessel. The other men turned to watch his proceedings, but not one stirred a finger or showed any sign of compassion or desire to interfere. “© Davy Jones’s locker,” said he, “lies down below, and is the very berth for thee, and the likes of thee.” I was paralyzed with fright, and could neither cry nor move, but I shut my eyes and prayed fast, as he swung me to and fro, ex- pecting every instant to feel myself whirling through the air, and to hear the cold salt water hissing and roaring in my ears. Suddenly a crash and a shriek of con- sternation broke the pause. I opened my eyes and beheld a dark shape looming high above me. As John o’ Compton turned and let me go, a tight-stretched rope came in contact with me, and clinging to it with arms and legs I hung on for dear life, never felt so dear before as then. The next instant the two ships surged apart, and I saw below me nothing but the black, heaving billows, relieved by interlacing lines comichbooks.conn __ eae nae