The Blue Clipper — page 54: what you’re looking at

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ae We, z.¥- * > - Pa: ae > —~* . poe im tS mae — P : . ‘ir, pe ts 7 a «x a i » - ” “Fle was shot dead, then?” said Watson. “ What made you put off with his body afier he was shot ?” “ Because J did not think he was really dead,” said Nettie. “T got ushore and looked at him, however, to perceive that it . was all over with him. He expired, soon after. Father's mate came along, just then, and together we dropped the body into the sea !” “Dead! dead!” wailed Mary. “* Nay,” said Watson ; “ he is better off than he would have heen, liad be been captured, as be would, in that case, have been tried and diegraced by a court-murtiul, before being exe- cuted.” Vuinly the captain endeavored to soothe her, Her eyes became wilder; she fell fainting in Nettie’s arms. When she recovered, there was a change in her situation. She lay on a soft couch, her father kneeling by her side. “Where am I?” “ Safe, my darling, aboard Captain Watson's cutter. Thank God! you are found, at last. That rascally smuggler captain was evidently waiting until a Jagge reward should be offered for you, when he would have found some means to have you restored to my arms, and to obtain his money without getting himself in trouble. Every thing has come out nearly right. Even the blue clipper is now in sight, and our captain's lieu- tenant is in pursuit.” “ And where is we?” inquired Mary, as she vainly endeay- ored to remember what had happeued. “Oh, yes! No wonder you ask for him. I have prom- ised you to him, for he is a noble young man, Since you were lost, he has net not been able to rest, night or day. He asked me, if de found you and restored you to my arms, would I consent to his making you his wife? Of course, as I always thought you seemed to like him, I answered yes; that was, provided you too would agree. Let me persuade you, my child, to listen to him, and—” “Of whom do you speak, papa ?” “Captain Watson !” “ No—no,” she suid, shuddering, “it was not him I asked | for; it was Hcnry—Henry !” 2 . E comicbooks: com 4