Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 34: what you’re looking at

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e 326 ON THE DEEP.. smiling, “in the best of beds. Do you think we will see a sail, before long ?” “We may possibly fall in with some whale-ship, a8 we are _ not far from one of the cruising grounds. But, at any rate, we shall see land before many hours.” “Oh! I am glad of that” ~~. ° ~ An exclamation ‘from Capstan, who stood with his glass pointed astern, drew toward him the earnest eyes of the young girl. “ Ay, ay,” he continued, “ there she is, the schooner, not much more than a league distant.” i He passed the glass to Loring. Py Bis es schooner, certainly,” said the young man, after a moment’s survey ; : ‘ and there can be no doubt that it is the pirate. But.to make sure, we might question Block.” The mate’s boat was a few fathoms astern. . Capstan hailed it ; then slackened his sheet, until it had come alongside. — Block took the proffered glass and leveled it toward the ves- gel. “That's her !” he cried, the next moment, “that’s the ras- cal in chase.of us!” Grace turned pale and trembled, The slumberers in both boats were roused, and ordered to take to their oars;.and though their arms ached with their previous exertions, yet they obeyed without a murmur. The sight of the lovely, uncomplaining ‘girl, who had shown so. much sympathy for them, and who depended upon them’ for protection, added to their strength. Very soon, the morning light dissipated every shadow ; the schooner, could now be seen with the naked eye. Capstan: swept the horizon in every direction, with his glass, in the hope of “sighting” some yessel which might be signaled and brought to his assistance ; but his scrutiny was unrewarded. Meanwhile, the pursuing vessel, which had crowded canvas in the chase, gained upon the fugitives eyel 'Y moment; if was soon less than a league astern. “ Loring,” whispered Capstan, “this is a bad business. — It makes my heart bleed to think of that poor girl’s falling into the hands of them bloodthirsty dogs. I see no hope of our escaping ’em !” | conmmiclbooks:. com