The Yankee Champion — page 39: what you’re looking at

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32 THE YANKEE CHAMPION, “Boat ahoy!’’ again came from the brig. “Buckingham !’’ shouted Nixon. ' ‘““Ay, ay,’’ said the same voice from the brig. In a moment, however, there was a perceptible commotion on the deck of the Englishman; loud voices were heard, and in a short time half a dozen lanterns flashed over the side. ‘“Hallo, there! keep off with that lumbering thing,’’ yelled a voice. ‘‘Who are you?” ‘‘Lower the sail,’ ordered Walter, to one of his men, and then turning toward the brig, he said, in a voice perfectly calm and collected: ‘Do you not know us? Is not the signal of recog- ~ nition correct?’’ “Your signal is correct enough, but what are you doing out here with such a floating battery as Cae Keep off, or I'l) fire into you.”’ As the sail was lowered the low sides of the scow caught none of the wind that came over the island, and she hardly moved through the water, though there was a little headway still setting her on. ‘‘T’m afraid we are dished,’’ whispered Baker. ‘Tf they fire into us they’ll sink us as sure as fate.”” ‘‘Never fear,’’ returned Walter; ‘‘they won’t fire. ‘“‘Hallo,’’ he continued, addressing the officer of the brig. “Well, what is 1t?”’ : “We had to come in this thing, or else not come at all. The rebels suspected our movements and they stole our boats. I have something important from Salem to communicate, so I determined to come ab all hazaras.”’ ‘That isn’t Ryan’s voice,’’ cried the Englishman. ‘“Where’s he? None of your infernal Yankee fool- ing, now.”’ com (@) col * » * ‘ + Nn . ° oy ‘' J ,00kKsS ai Ly 1 . S4p' + pak! >