Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 59: what you’re looking at

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THEM GREEN SPECTACLES, | 61 “Those fellows were set to watch us. Doesn’t that look like treachery ?” “Tt is sartainly a ‘new-for-wrong! answered the mate. “ We are in an unembarrassed situation, and I don’t see how we are to expatiate ourselves out of it.” The skipper remained silent: with a gloomy brow—with one arm thrown protectingly around the waist of the shrink- ing girl, he stood surveying the savages who had formed a line ‘within afew yards of the rocky entrance. They were gesticulating and ialking in an excited manner; their eyes were directed toward the face of Quill with an expression of wonder. Soon one of them advanced and beckoned to him. “Why, bless me!” he exclaimed. “ What can it mean? What can this fellow want of me ?” He stepped boldly forward, and pausing in front of the native, looked him steadily in the face. The native grinned, and placed a finger upon each of the green glasses. “ Hookee-ggpooki—hee-hee !” he exclaimed, turning up the whites of his eyes. “T don’t understand you, my dear sir,” replied the professor, “but, if you mean that you want my glasses, I can assure you that you won't get them without a struggle. Oh, dear me— no!” The native grasped the speaker's band, and nodding his head toward his brother warriors, gently drew him froth the caye: The professor offered no resistance, but, turning to- ward Grace, he remarked that he believed his spectacles would do her a good service, and advised her to keep up her spirits. “ What the deuce do you mean ?” inquired the skipper. “ Simply that, by means of my glasses, I may be able to en- gage the attention of the natives, thus atording you all a chance to escape.” The skipper looked amazed, and, guessing his chedehte Block nodded to him significantly, “ You'll never commit such a ‘new-for-wrong, again, Cap- tain Capstan,” he exclaimed, “as that of accusing us men of Varning of a want of courage... Them ereqn spectacles will eventually remunerate us all.” Quill had now reached the line of BAVAgeS, . Grunting 2 conmicloooks.com