The Yankee Champion — page 86: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION, 79 claimed Walter, as he turned and caught the old gunner by the hand. “T’ve done my duty, that’s all,’’ returned the old man; ‘‘and I’m ready to do it again.’’ ‘‘T believe you; and I believe, too, that every man here can honestly say the same. Is it not so, my men?”’ A simultaneous, thundering ‘‘yes!’?? burst from every lip. ‘“‘Now, bring the dog’s carcass aft, and let’s over- haul it,”’ said the captain, and at this command half a dozen men sprang to obey. As soon as the body was laid down by the bin- nacle two of the men began to overhaul the pockets, “That’s British gold!’”’ said Nixon, as a well-filled purse was emptied on deck. ‘“‘It shall go to feed our soldiers at Cambridge. Ah, what’s that?’’ ‘“‘A bundle of papers, sir,’’ returned the man who had taken them from a private pocket on the inside of the Tory’s waistcoat. The captain took the package and turned toward the binnacle light. He looked at one of the papers, then folded it and laid it aside. Then he opened another; as he commenced reading it his eyes flashed, and his countenance was lighted up by a strange fire. After he had read the contents, he ran his eyes over them again. Then he refolded the paper and turned toward his officers. “Mr. Baker, Cummings, Maynard, come with me to the cabin. There’s work ahead. My brave men, cheer up; you shall try y our wits ere long. Keep the brig as she now heads.”’ Thus speaking, the captain passed down to his cabin, and his officers followed him. The sloop-of- war had already been left so far astern that her shots EComicbooks co mn