Penny Dreadfuls, 1916 · page 301 of 400
Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 301: what you’re looking at
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This is a page of running prose from the novel *The Marquis of Carabas* (page 283). The text describes a conversation in which Lord Mulgrave reveals that "the American" (a mysterious young man sought by several gentlemen) actually belongs to Knatchbull's cousin Dick, not to Mulgrave. Knatchbull rejects him and offers a pony instead. The passage then depicts Bishop Coleridge's fruitless search for the American and his servant among fishmongers and laborers along the waterfront, followed by his unsuccessful inquiries in nearby towns—all apparently occurring about ten days after Tom's earlier challenge to Knatchbull.
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THE Marguis oF CARABAS 283 to have you give me the American for my birthday present.” Lord Mulgrave pulled his mustache. “Why, I’m sorry to say he does n't belong to me. He — belongs — ahem! — to your cousin Dick.” “What’s that?” put in Knatchbull sharply. “No, in- deed! I’ve washed my hands of the fellow. I say, Lord Harry; I'll give you a pony on your birthday. What do you say? One thoroughbred horse is worth a dozen mon- grel men!”’ Lord Mulgrave, Bishop Coleridge, and the Marquis de la Jonquiére kept a sharp lookout for the startling and significant figure of “the American.” But if the sea had swallowed the coffee-colored and copper-colored two, they could not have disappeared more completely. Daily the good Bishop threaded his way among many an unsavory-looking bunch of mestizo fishmongers, in the hope of discovering Unaka at least. “I must tell him this is n't the time of year to bother with flying-fish. Nobody wants ‘em now,’ frowning at the poles and baskets of fish under his nose. “I must find him. The young fellow, for all Dick’s bitter scorn, has the blood of Hugh, Bishop of Nottingham, in him. I am convinced of the truth of his statement. Can | disregard that’’”’ So Bishop Coleridge’s big blue eyes were everywhere, and he went nosing among the longshoremen and roustabouts along the water-front in a most unwonted way. All to no purpose, however. Nothing was to be seen of the American and his man Fri- day. His Lordship was not a little astonished at this. In a town of only twenty thousand inhabitants it should not be so difficult to hear of one so noticeable as this youngster. He would take occasion to see if any one 1n Speights Town, or Oistins, or St. James knew anything about the stranger. No one did, it appeared; for His Lordship’s efforts were quite unrewarded. It was about ten days after T’om’s frenzied challenge to Dick Knatchbull that De la Jonquiére and Lady Amy, CORNICLIOO <S (C(O) im