The Blue Clipper — page 70: what you’re looking at

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72 SBE BLE CLUTER- Suddenly a gun boomed over the sea from the frigate, and the jib-boom of the clipper flew to splinters. The decks of the cutter were now crowded with her men, all jubilant at what seemed a certain prospect of capturing the long-songht-for prize. Another shot boomed along from the frigate, and again the splinters flew from the clipper, her weather-quarter sail now suffering. Shot after shot continued to pour upon her, until finally her foremast was seen to go by the board. Cheers now rung from the cutter’s crew. She had come up into the wind, with eyery sail flapping. The war-vessel bore down upon her, and, in a few minutes, she was lying alongside—under the guns of the frigate—a _ CAPTURED PRIZE ! “ Good ’’ said Watson, rubbing his hands. “ This, unfortunately, is only one party of the lawless fel- — lows,” remurked Mr, Clare. “I wish we could find out the < rendezyous of them all.” Signals were now exchanged between Watson’s yessel and the frigate. The young man had his boat low ered, and went aboard. ~ In a few hours he returned with marines, and issued orders to his first lieutenant. | Wand was then led up from below. The yonng man | looked strangely | indifferent, until Mary Clare came to tuke a Jast look at the prisoner, who, she had been informed, wag 10 be transferred to the frigate. Then he turned his face awry, as, handcuffed and guarded y ‘the marines, he was led into the boat alongside. ~ Pale and tearless, Mary leaned over the rail watching b until she could see him no longer. Then she went below, and her father vainly endeavored, all that day, to draw her from her a t, from which, now and then, half her SRATHDED came bd +