Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 54: what you’re looking at

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58 ON THE DEEP. had better go back to the huts and caution the men to keep ‘out of sight. If they stay where they are, they can’t be seen. Don’t let ’em stir from. the spot.” “ Ay, ay,” replied the mate, and departed. Capstan had remained in his position for several hours, watching the schooner, which was approaching at the rate of eight knots, and was now little more than a league distant, when he felt a hand upon his arm. He turned, expecting to see Block, but was much aston- ished upon beholding, instead, the face of an old. savage, hideously painted, and lighted by a pair of fierce, sunken eyes. He sprung to his feet, expecting to be attacked, but the native smiled grimly, and stepping back a couple of paces, folded his arms over his wrinkled bosom. “You tink me kill? Notso—no come to kill—no ent war- club—no got spear. Me you feleng (frfend).” “Where did you come from? who are you ?” “Name Mono. Me come from dat oder island, where me stan’ on hill and see huts. See you, too. $0 come here in canoe. What vessel dat yonder ?” he added, before eapetan could speak. ‘Seem to be comin’ dis way.” In his surprise at the sudden appearance of the native, the skipper had forgotten his caution, and, having, as we have said, sprung to his feet, he had remained standing, so that the upper part of his body was fully exposed to the lookouts aboard the schooner. The last words of the savage, now recalled him, as it were, to himself, and,.as quick as a flash, he again crouched down behind the breastwork. A peculiar expression beamed from Mono’s hollow eyes. “ Seem much ‘fraid of dat vessel. Got bad crew, s’pose ?” ‘“‘ Ay, ay, bad enough,” answered the skipper, “‘ and—and— there she goes, sure enough, up into the wind, with her topsail aback ; and there goes a boat into the water !” “Dem Malay!’ cried the interpreter, as he watched the forms.of the sailors descending into the boat. “ Me know-by dem dress, by dem yell. Dey bad fellows. Quick cut t’roat, s’pose get hold of you. And dere dey come dis way,” he continued, seeing the bow of the boat pointed directly for the headland, _ Capstan did not reply: a few rapid bounds carried him to the valley. He was fellowed by Mono, upon seeing whom, conicioooks.conm