Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 61 of 100
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THE OCEAN OUTLAW. 68 - Jow bulwark, and the work of carnage began. The crew of the Sea Bird fought with the courage of desperation. The deck ran red with blood and was crowded with the bodies _ Of the dead and dyiog; but they were overpowered at last, and threw down their arms and plunged into the sea. or stood with stern resignation awaiting their fate. Seeing tiiis, Ralph Gray ordered the men to desist and attend to their own wounded. while he sat down on a gun-carriage, and attempted to bind up a terrible gash in his fore- bead. While so engared, Granger rushed past him and made for the companion-way, shouting: * Come on. Ralph Gray, if you want to see the wioding-up of this game! I have betrayed you, but Iam not fully re- venged yet.” Gray had recornized Granger when he first boarded the vessel and had made every effort iu his power either to cap- ture or kill bim; he did not care much which; and now, when he saw him make tor the companion-way, the thought flashed across his ‘mind that he intecded to blow up the Lrig. He sprang forward. and with one bound reached the bot- tom of the steps, where a glance sufficed to show the after- part Granger had spoken of. On the further side of tLe cabin lay the inanimate form of his clild; before ber stood the tiger- hearted fiend, pistolin hand, awaiting his entrance, to finish the tragedy. “This is the wivding-up of the play,” he said, witha smile of malignant triumph, as he raised the pistol to his eye and pulled the trigger. en? igs But be was foiled in his last p!an of revenge. The pistol had simply flashed. and Ethel was unharmel. With a yell ofrage he dashed the weapon that bad dece*ved him to the floor, and faced his enemy with a look of savage defiaace. Giay saw through the whole plot in an instant. * Now, devil ia human shape, it's my turn,” he thundered, as he drew a pistol from his belt and glanced along the pol- ished barrcl. - So. =. . mt, eS conniclbooks.conn