Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 39: what you’re looking at

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THAT CUTTING TO PIRCES. 41 “Avast there, Loring!” roared the mate, jumping up and down in an excited manner. “Come back here, come tinct at once, I command. you, sir !” But, the second mate, who was now almost ae hear- ing distance, only shook his head. “Ay, ay, Block,” said Capstan, “ You see it’s no use, He always was a sort of a headstrong youngster. But, he’s lost now—we'll have to let him go. ‘He s acted against orders— he has, decidedly, though it was done from good motives. ° Well, well, there’s no help for it.” “T don’t see as there is,’ answered Block, mournfully, “but, I never knew before that it would be so hard to give | up commingling with them that’s gone to their diurnal rest ! [had made up my mind to it, dye see, Capstam, and was ready and willing for death.” “ And beggin’ your pardon,” cried Tom Rocket, “ you may not be disapp: a after all. There’s no knowing what may come to pass.” With wild eyes and pale cheeks, Grace Greenville rose to her feet, and laid a trembling hand upon the ‘captain’s arm. “ You are not going to desert him !’ she faltered. “There is no other alternative,’ replied Capstan.. “ We must save you, my dear girl, at all hazards.” “ No—no!” she cried, firmly. “I am not afraid to die. For God’s sake don’t let my presence interfere with any plan you might wish to adopt. Let no lives be sacrificed on my account. You must not desert your second mate! No— no—you must not desert him.” But Capstan shook his head; the sails were trimmed, and the boat glided off upon the starboard tack, rapidly increasing the distance between it and the launch. “JT must disobey you, my child,’ said the old skipper, sadly. ‘“ You can form no idea of what would be your fate Should those barbarians get you in their clutches. « If you Were not with us, there would be more lives sacrificed than there will be now, for then we should all——all of us rough fel- lows—stick maguire and fight it out until every one of us was Cut to pieces.” Ah! my God! and he—Mr. Loring, together with the three men with him, must then be killed and slaughtered without gx commiclbooks.com