Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 31: what you’re looking at

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PULL AHEAD. 33 Nothin’ would please ’em better than to run us up to the yarée arm—in which hows’ever they'll be mighty disapp’inted.” “Ay, that they will,’ cried the skipper: |“ But pull: oem, lads, pull ahead. We haven’t any time to lose!? The brave fellows, assisted by the second mate, who worked the after oar, obeyed with such hearty good will, that they were soon alongeide of the cutter. The captain, in a few brief words, gave his mate an account of the combat, after which the crews of both boats were equalized. Then Block took his proper place in the launch, while site g and the skipper entered the cutter, - 9 “ Pull ahead,” was the next order, and the two emule flew through the waves. — “Cheer up, Miss Greenville!’ exclaimed Loring; as he looked astern; “our: pursuers have vanished. | They have > given up the chase and have returned to the schooner.” - “Tam glad of that,” said she; “ but it is dreadful to think that the lives of some of your men have’ been’ sacrificed.» I would that we had escaped without—” ~~. “That's always the way with the women, I’ believe,” inter- rupted Capstan, smiling; “ they are always’ for having every- thing settled without bloddghed bless their eyes! “ You are corrective enough there, Captain Capstan,” eried Block, from the launch, “ and ‘them’ women that’s otherwise is an iad geno species of monster that isn’t to be moderated. The three Mrs. Blocks was as gentle,as lambkins.” “Ay, ay, beggin’ your pardon,” cried Tom Rocket, “ Dt sich frisky little creatur’s as some of ’em ‘aré; some of the lasses I mean, that’s to be seen ashore ! Why, blast my old eyes, it’s the wonder fullest thing in the world that I never. got spliced !” “ You may feel congratulative that you never’ did,” claimed Block, “ for the partner of your woes might have eda torn from your depreciative bosom, and extinguished as mine has been, leaving meé to mourn for ’em, like the raven, as ave heard of, which ‘always was a-saying ‘ Nevermore !’”’ “ Why, now—me! but that’s too bad ?’ cried Capstan, con- siderably touched——“‘ that’s a melancholy doxology,’ pt and I feel for you !” “Ay, ay, but we must try not to mourn for them that’s comiclbooks.com