Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 30: what you’re looking at

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82 ‘ON THE DEEP. ‘The stout fellows put their oars apeak, atl panera — cutlasses, obeyed. A yolley was fired from the ners of the pirates, ion with inexpressible’ anguish, Cagetots ae two of his. men fall dead. The next moment, the bows of the sleet dashed _ against the side of the other boat, and being lashed to. it, desperate fight ensued. Having sprung into the vessel! occu- pied by their foes, the men of the Rainbow gave them no time to reload, but dealt their blows rapidly and with menily effect. Loring had cut down one of the’ dusky villains, and orossed swords with another, when a gigantic fellow, who wore a red skull-cap and was atitoped to the waist, seized him by the nape of the neck, and raised his long knife to inflict a deadly stab. Capstan, however, saw the moyementin time to run his cutlass through the giant’s body before he could execute his purpose. The man tumbled into the water with. a. groan, which was echoed by his shipmates. He was, evidently, an officer, and his fall discouraged them. They retreated over the stern of their craft into ‘the water, leaving the white men masters of theit boat, though they (the pirates) still-clung to the gunwales. At the same moment Capstan caught sight of the Malays’ other vessel speeding ‘rapidly toward him. -He sprung into the cutter with’ the remnant of his crew; now amounting to but six men—the rest having been slain ; and, cutting the lashings, ordered the men. to pull ahead. . They © did so; and as they receded from the boat in whieh they had fought, they saw only four of the villains crawl into it.” “ Ay, ay,” said old Tom Rocket, “we have. l’arned’them fellows a lesson that they won’t edsily forget. There’s nothing like makin’ strong impressions on them that you meet,” “You are right enough there, Tom,” said Capstan ; ‘we've given ’em‘a blow which will prevent ’em from chasing us much longer in boats.” Peering through the gloom, as‘he spoke, he was just able to distinguish the dark outlines of the purstiing craft and its occupants. ““They stick to us yet,” cried Tom Rocket, “but it. ain’t- De- cause they are anxious-like as to the’ state of our ‘ healths/ comiclbooks.com