Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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DON €ARLOS AND HERMAN GOREHAM. 25 and laboriously it was maneuvered between the unwieldy hulks. He could find no boatmen at hand, and dared not waste time in hunting one up, therefore he seized a pair of oars him- self. Just as he passed under the side of a heavy Spanish sloop, a sudden flash, and a heavy weight made his boat rock again. It was the body of some unfortunate sailor, dead, of the feyer, and in the moonlight he watched it sliding off with the current. Superstitious, as all Spaniards are, he regarded this event as a poor omen, and bent his energies towards find- ing the Eagle, with less hope for success than before. Baffled rage tugged at his heart harder than his hands at the oars, and as he glided from stern to stern, and at each attempt met with failure, he cursed his own fate, and particularly cursed Los Americanos. Meanwhile, the Eagle had been got under way, and was now majestically making for the sea. Don Carlos had missed the sailors in their return tothe vessel—had missed his bride and happiness, but it allayed somewhat the irritation of his mind to learn on his arrival on the pier, that Herman Gore- ham was a prisoner, and in the custom-house ready to be car- ried ‘to the guard-house. It occurred to Don Carlos that he would, if possible, make the young man a means of conveying the Senora Minerva into his possession again. & Accordingly, he sought him. The young man stood under guard, looking sternly from face to face, as if still mutely ques- tioning his captors. “So, I see it all,” he said, as Don Carlos came into his pres- ence. “ Villain, why have you deprived me of my liberty ?” “That shall be shown,” said the Cuban, scowling back at him. “Jt is no crime, I suppose, to steal a young lady from her home—from the arms of her affianced husband, on the night of her expected wedding.” ee Thank God! I have saved her;” said the young man, ~ drawing a long breath. Don Carlos sprang towards him, his hand under his vest, but ina minute he bethought himself and forced his heated face into calmness, “Young man,” he said, falling back, and commanding his temper under the scornful glance of his rival. “I have the power ye place you in a dungeon where the light of day can cConmmicloooksaconn