Beadle's Dime Novels No. 208: The Ocean Outlaw — page 64: what you’re looking at

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go 66 THE OCEAN OUTLAW. action, and painted, in glowing colors. his many deeds of wickedness; pointed back to the time when he could look into his own beart and not shudder; when he cou:d enter the house of God and not feel that tne sacred edifice was dese- crated by his unholy presence; when he could rest at night without having his dreams disturbed by visions of the just but terrible retribution that awaited him beyond the grave. Ina moment remorse had taken possession of his hardened soul; and he had turned away to escape the silent, tearful look of agony that rested on the features of the gentle being before him... He felt unworthy to stand in her presence, blood-stained and guilty as he was. With a rapid stride he crossed the cabin, and rushed up the companion-way. As he gained the deck, the report of a heavy gm boomed over tha water. He looked around and saw the Windsor, that had just rounded the eastern poiut of the island, standing down tc wards them, with her canvas haaled up. andin every re- spect prepared for action, less than half a mile distant. His own crew. haying seen the Windsor some minutes before, had cast off the grapplings that secured the Vulture to the Sea Bird, and the latter was drifting slowly away, while the former was being rapidly got ready for the coming coutest. As Gray was nowhere to be seen when the two vessels separated, the crew natrrally enough concluded that be bad fallen in the late skirmish; so the first lientenant took his place, and had scarcely time to get the men to their respect- ive posts, when the man-of-war ran down and opened her broadside upon them in good earnest. It was refurned with equal spirit by the Vulture batteries, but with less effect, asher guns were much lighter; and, be- sides the men missed the. able torm of their chief, who was wo:.t to encourage them by his presence in the hour of battle. The combat between the Vulture and the Windsor was short. but it was terrible. One afier another of the spars of the former tottered over the side; ber hull being perforated _ by shot like a basket; and ove by one of her crew bal comic soolkS.comn