Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 18: what you’re looking at

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e 20 ON THE DEEP. ~ . “ Not more than five minutes. It terrified.me so much that I shrunk back mto a corner, where I remained until it had disappeared. Loring started. “You are gue that your imagination—” % “Oh! yes,” she interrupted, “ I am sure that I was not de- ceived. I saw the face distinctly by the light of the cabin- lamp. The features, if I mistake not, where those of a Malay.” “Ay, ay, and Ringbolt’s murderer,” tins added, mentally ; “this is all strange enough.” . He gently drew the young girl within the shadow of the companionway. Still anxious to screen from her gaze the dead body, lying so stark and,cold near. the binnacle, with the rays of the lamp falling full upon its blood-stained throat, Walking to the rail, he peered into the gloom that covered the sea; but, he saw nothing except the faint outlines of the waves that rippled around the vessel. Had not the darkness par- tially concealed his face, when he returned to her-side, Grace might have seen a troubled, uneasy expression in his eyes. “Your mysterious visitor will not come again, I trust,’ he said, with assumed indifference, “ as we shall be on $e watch for him.” ; “ But, why did he come at all? and can you form any ides - from whence he came ?” she inquired. “To -be frank with you,’ he replied, “I have my sus- picions; it remains to be proved that they are correct. v “ And these. suspicions ?” ‘“‘ Miss Greenville,” he replied, in a low, earnest voice, “ you must pardon me for refiising to express them to you now. Daylight, or perhaps a few hours, will, I ee clear up the » inystery.” Though somewhat alarmed, yet she did not pursue her in- quiries, She retired to her apartment, and Loring made his way to the captain’s berth. A sailor is easily waked. Loring’s hand had scarcely touched Capstan’s shoulder, when he started and opened his eyes, The second mate briefly described what had happened. “Ben Ringbolt murdered? A face looking in at the cabin- window? Why, blast it lad, here’s the dogs to pay!” cried ™ comicbooks.com