Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 62: what you’re looking at

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64. ON THE DEEP. ‘ remarked in a whisper to Capstan, “though she’s'a true wo- man — one of the Mrs. Blocks all over— and bears every thing without a rumor.” “Ay, ay,” replied Capstan, “ and—hark ! what is that ?” Every man sprung to his feet: a rustling noise was heard among the bushes that skirted one side of the valley. The next moment the curved nose of Professor Quill, again bridged by his green spectacles, was thrust over the top of a clump of shrubbery. . “Why, dear me! §o0 you are here!” he said, as he ad- _ vanced. “Iam so glad they didn’t overtake you.” “We owe you many thanks!” cried Grace, impulsively. “Ay, ay, so we do!” exclaimed Capstan. “You are a brave man, after all, professor.” “Well, ’m not quite a coward, I believe,” answered Quill, “and I’m not quarrelsome, either.” “And yet, I'd judge you'd been a-dealin’ blows, my lad, by the looks of your sleeve,” cried Tom Rocket, “seeing as there’s spots of blood upon it.” “Why, bless me, yes! So there are!” cried Quill. “The truth is that the savages, when they saw you were gone, left one of their number to guard me, while the rest started off in pursuit. We were quite sociable over the spectacles—my companion and I—until it suddenly struck me that I might make my escape. So away I went, but the native being the best runner, soon overtook me, and aimed a blow at my head with his club. This I dodged, anid then run‘him through with mii ¥ cutlass—that was all, really, Afterward, I dashed off through the shrubbery, taking a direction, which, I am glad to perceive, has Jed me here” “Well, well,” said Capstan, “I don’t -know, after all, as Parning does make cowards of all, but—” ‘There was never a greater ‘new-for-wrong’ in the world than that idea!’ interrupted Block, “ it’s a gilded conscience, not larning, that makes cowards.” comiclbooks.conm