Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 93 of 100
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/ IN A QUANDARY. ; 97 The two cutters were soon hanging from the davits, and the sail-bo» of Lord Lionel was drawn upon deck, while, with quick dispatch, the sails were let fall, and the anchor weighed. A moment more, and with all her canvas spread to cateh the stiff breeze, the sloop-of-war headed down the harbor, but only for a short while did she stand on that course, for sud- denly an English fleet was descried standing boldly up tow- ard the city ! At first Glen thought of returning to his former position and waiting until the fleet had anchored, but then he feared some of the vessels might lie near him, and then it would be impossible to ‘get away. “ No, [see no means of escape for the vessel, though we can run up the Hudson, beach her, and save ourselves,” be said, moodily, for he disliked to see bis hopes of suecess sud- denly dashed from him. “Kun through Hell-gate, massa, and go out into de Sound, ” said the quiet voice of Rebel at his elbow. “Ha! a happy thought; I forgot you were with us. Here, take the helm.” . . “TI dunno de channel, massa; only know as far as up to de cavern. I sink de ship certain if I go take de hellum.” © ‘““My heavens, this is too bad, to see ruin’ stare us in the face when hope of triumph is so near. Here, lads, pass the word and know if there is a Hell-gute pilot on board.” Tbe word was passed, but no answer in the affirmative was heard, and Glen was about to give the order to wear ship and stand up the Hudson, when Rebel again approached and said: “Tt am all right, Massa Captain; my massa come up right | off.” : “Your master! the Hermit! Why, Rebel, I did not see z him come aboard and believed he had been detained; but, truly, [ have been so engaged since we boarded, I have not yet been in the cabin to 2 aig to my mother and sister.” “ Here he am, Massa Glen.” Glen turned and beheld, not the Hermit of Hell-gate, but Lord Lionel Livingstone, who, upon reaching the vessel’s side, had immediately aided the taBios aboard and ushered them _ into the cabin, where he had remained until Rebel went down - and told him that the English fleet was coming up (he har- conniclooolks. com