Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 35: what you’re looking at

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THE FOG-BANK. 87 “ Ay, ay,” the second mate sadly replied, “ our prospects look dark enough. Though we will all fight for Miss Green- ville while we have power to wield a cutlass, yet we must be overpowered at last.” “'That’s so, lad; and it's awful to think of what will be her fate when she’s captured. It’s a hard, hard thought to bear— . especially as I saw her father a few days before he died; and when he asked me if it would be safe for his daughter to sail in my craft, I told him for a sartainty that it would—that no- thing would happen to her! It was wasn't right of me to feel so sartain—no, no, it wasn’t right at all!” “Matters may not turn out so bad as we think they will, said Loring, as he directed a steady glance ito windward. “There is still room for hope.” Grace heard the concluding words, and her face brightened. “Thank God! You really think there is hope for us ?” *T do.” “What is it, lad? What do you see ?” inquired the cap- tain, noticing the steadiness of his gaze. “ A fog-bank,” answered Loring, “and if this breeze holds long enough, the fog may spread around us in time to enable us to elude the schooner.” Capstan rubbed his hands. “ You are right, my lad,” said he, “ there 7s some chance of that. Unless I’m much mistaken, that fog will be upon us in the course of half an hour. If we can contrive to keep a reasonable distance from the craft during that time, I trust we shall be able to lead her on. a wrong scent.” 3 He turned briskly toward the mate and ordered him to rig out some more spare pieces of canyas, plenty of which was in both vessels. “No matter how it’s done, Block,” he added, “so long as you catch the wind.” The mate promptly obeyed, and the two boats were soon gliding along under clouds of additional canvas that certainly gave them an odd appearance. “ This is highly ‘ picturesque, ” remarked the professor, as he turned up his green spectacles to survey the sails. “ Highly ‘picturesque !' We look like miniature vessels of war. I must certainty make a note of this in my journal!” iiticioctaoten