The Blue Clipper — page 73: what you’re looking at

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Among them was Bend. - The prisoner said something in Spanish—a language not understood by the men. Watson smiled triumphantly. “ Here is a smuggler I have captured,” said he; “take him to the boat.” He was obeyed, and the man was soon in the cutter’s run. He sat down on a coil of rigging, appareutly buried in deep thought. Then he rose, and, fumbling in his pocket, drew forth a smill match-box. “ She is gone,” he muttered, ‘and I have nothing to live for. Jie thinks, by keeping me here, to prevent the revenge I would have taken. Be it so; I will take another. This vessel shall never leave her anchorage at this plare. Wf I could make sure that he would finish with her, as Z probably shall, then I would be satisfied.” He crept forward until his hands came in contact with a bunch of dry oakum. He struck a match, and lighted it.» The dry stuff blazed rapidly. The flames crept along, lighting a pile of tarred ropes; then further yet, until the Whole run was in a blaze, a Boker sat with arms folded and head bowed. The place 2S was full of smoke; already he was nearly suffocated. The heat of the flames was*oppressive. Ail round him they crackled and roared. He fell forward, gasping as they encircled him. “Fyre! rme! Fre!” now rung on deck. A smile of exultation lighted the face of the dying man, | That was bis last smile. _ With a crash, the timbers above his head fell in red’ rnin oe 4 re In ber apartment, where, until now, she had been tossing j -restlessly to and fro, Mary Clare heard that fearful ery, and~ saw a broad flash of light streaming before her eyes. She - gprung up, hastily dressing herself, and endeavored to unlock - aerdoor. Tn her haste, she bent the key, so that it was useless, Meanwhile the flames were roaring and crackling louder, every moment. . - COMME TOO <SAOl