The Yankee Champion — page 26: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION. as ca es been stopping, and after supper he went to his room, where he sat for a long time and pondered over the subject he had in hand. For two hours he sat in-a deep study, but he could not bring his mind to bear upon any plan for the capture of the brig that seemed at all feasible. He knew that he might take her by main force; but then that would en- danger too many of his men, and he could not afford to lose his brave fellows when it might as well be — avoided. Half adozen embryo projects had flitted across his mind, but they had been relinquished, and he now found himself without an idea. He arose to his feet and began to pace the floor. No fortunate plan, however, came to aid him, and he had almost resolved to go to bed and see if his dreams would not help him, when he was aroused from his ner- vous thought by a low rap at the door. | ‘‘Come in,”’ said he, at the same time placing his hand instinctively in the pocket where he carried a loaded pistol. | It was a boy that entered. He could not have _ been over fourteen years of age, and he was rather Small, even at that. His features were of a regular, comely order, beautiful in their chiselings, and his eyes were bright and piercing, giving to his facea - look of intelligence seldom met with in one of his years. “Do. you seek me?” asked Nixon, as he regarded the boy with marked interest. “Is this Captain Nixon?” the boy asked in return, : with a voice as clear and soft as the notes of a lin- net, : ‘“My name is Nixon.”’ The young? visitor gazed about him, and then drew nearer to Walter. XS t co mn EComicbooks