ComicBooks.com Register / Loginit's free!

Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 17 of 100

The Blue Clipper — page 17: what you’re looking at

📖 Open the full issue in the page-flip reader →
The Blue Clipper — page 17: Pulp Fiction, 1871

A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1871. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.

📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ee ie Pia me. o—.— > a . , - -_ m4 = TS , 4 » - } » =~ j _ * Now tell aie ya have been forren teiigerntade™” © He shook is bead. “What did you think of my coming so suddenly upon you ?” he svi, evusively. / “You certainly took me by surprise.” “The baleony is exsily reached by climbing one of the sculptured pillars on the other side.” “ You took this way 1 suppose to startle and surprise me. Nt is like you.” Her hund rested upon lis arm, the lovely face was turned up to him. — - Buddenly a hearty voice was heard bebind them. ‘ “Halloa!l why, what means this? Harry Wand, as L live and. Mr Clare uppeured. + The young min colored and started, half in confusion. Then he accepted the werch:nt’s extended hand. “Giad to see you—very glad, upon my word,” said Mr, Clare. “ Where the deuce have you been to?” “* [—I—have been on duty,” stamm red the young man. “In the name of a thousand wonders, what kind of duty ?" inquired Clire, surveying the speaker's pecaliar uniform. ~ © What is the meaning of that cask, instead of an anchor, upon your collar?” “You will excuse me, sic, if I decline answering thes ques- tion. ” “Certainly. Had I know it was a secret I should not have asked.” Bung !—from the blue clipper, at that moment, Mr. Clare started, and for the first time noticing the vessel, almost bounded off his feet. Cuptain Watson bad told him about this eraft. “ What is the matter, sir?” Harry coolly inquired. “Tue matter? And is it possible that you, a naval man, have sot ‘noticed yonder vessel ? She is a notorious — songgler.” Wand turned, and taking a small spy-glass from his pocket, leveled it at the vessel, “A nice-looking craft,” suid be. A flash and a puff of smoke from one of the schooners ports, Another gun boomed over the sea, | a comiclogol eres a