Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 62 of 100
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Sp ee ea ae ee Oa. ee i “ ~~ r. , - « a } * sf - os == ~~" Ag. THE BLUE CLIPPER. “Tl soon spoil it all,” thdught he. With these words draw- ing a pistol, he sprung upon the young man. “You are mine at last—ha! ha! captain of-the blue clip- per.” He pointed the pistol at his head. o. * Get yourself ready to go with me,” he added. Wand had started, and like a wolf at bay, he now stood glaring at the speaker. “ Move and I fire !” shouted Watson. “1 will not budge an inch to go with you,” Wand quieily answere«l, * What mean you, sir?” inquired Nettie, putting herself be- tween the two. “ What mean you? How can he go with you, so far, when he is just able to walk. A few days ago he could not limp even a few steps. No, you must not ex- pect it.” As she spoke, she leaned over toward thee#amp upon the wall und blew it out. All was darkness in the cave. Watson saw a figure receding before him. He cischarged his pistol, and, by the momentary flash, perceived he lad made a mistake. The person was Nettie, who, with a scream, fell pierced to the heart. Watson lighted the lamp with matches, taken from a small tobucco-case in his pocket. He bent over the young woman. She was dead. He rushed to the opening in the side of the cave, to see a rope dangling fur down, and comprehended by this that Wand had muaide his exit, probably betore the pistol was fired, Still bent upon securing him, notwithstanding the fearful mistake he had just made, he descended the rope, to land upon the beach at the base of the stcep rock. By the moonlight he could detect the tracks of the fuagi- tive’s feet. A skiff, which had been there lying, was gone; Wand, it was evident, had by that made his escupe. Saddenly he heard shonis in the distance. “My men have captured him. Ay, it must beso. Hebas fallen into their clutches.” Looking out seaward, however, he perceived the canse of the shouts he had heard. Wand was there, putting off in the skiff. He had been seen by Watson's men on the beach. =e ry