Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 27 of 116
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THE PURSUIT. 29 seen you take that log-book from your shirt-bosom more than once to-night; but, you may have some ‘hightems’ pretty soon, mate, of a sort that ada never. haye a chance to put down 7% “I doubt it,” ‘ returned the professor, “ I. prophecy that I Shall live to have'my journal published.” “ Never mind about, your jarnal, Quill,” cried Capstan, “but just mind your stroke !” “Ay, ay, sir,” replied Quill; but, even as he, spoke, his oar, slipping from his grasp, threw him backward from his thwart. Before the skipper could ‘give way to the anger excited by this “ lubberly ” accident, a succession of fierce, yells and im- precations from the bark, caused -him to turn his head. The . outlines of the vessel were still faintly visible, anda number of, lanterns, moving to and fro about .her decks, proclaimed that she was already boarded by the sea-robbers. ” “ Howl on, you infarnal villains!” roared Capstan. “Them shrieks of yours are as music| to my ears, for they show that you are baffled. You'll get. no plunder out of the poor little Rainbow !” He had scarcely concluded, when the Malays were heard dropping into their boats. These, two in number, were dis- tinguished a moment later, darting in the wake of the bark’s crew. Grace shuddered with terror: the boat;lanterns. re- vealed, the ashy paleness of her. features. Faden aS she drew closer to Loring’s side. “Have no fear,’ said he, “ we mig ght give em a lengthy Chase, but theyll not ‘puree us ba long. They will soon return to the schooner.” | “And then the schooner will ane us, Willit not ?” “ Doubtless ; but I dare say we will contrive to elude her in the dark.” “God, help. us all ? murmured, the young girl. “It is dreadful, Mr. Loring, for your men to haye to work so hard, after the fatigues they have already undergone.” | “Men under circumstances like the present, Miss. Green Ville, do not feel the effects of the very hardest kind of work until it is over, and—’ A. crash was heard; a flash lighted for an instant the dark faces of the Malays in the foremost of the pursuing boats ; commiclbooks.com