Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 68: what you’re looking at

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70 ON THE DEEP. later, a tall, half-naked figure, with a hideously painted face, came bounding over the top of the bank. She uttered a faint cry and became unconscious A loud exclamation broke from the islander: he stooped, lifted her in his arms with wonderful ease, amd bore her to the edge of the sea, where, half concealed by a flat rock, lay a canoe large enough to contain three persons. This he launched with ene hand, then placing the senselsss form in the vessel, sprung in himself and paddled swiftly away from the shore. He had not proceeded more than a hundred yards, when a dozen fierce savages rushed over the top ofthe bank ahd bounded to the beach. Yelling, screaming and gesticulating, they stood gazing toward the receding canoe. The name previ- ously heard was shrieked forth again and “8 “Loko! Loko! Loko!” But, Loko did not seem to heed them. ip continued to ply his paddles with the ‘same vigor as before, and soon, to the eyes of the spectators, the canoe looked Hike a mere chi: Then its occupant, for the first time sincé quitting the beach, stopped paddling, and seemed to gaze with much interest upon the pale face of the senseless girl. - Scooping up somé water in the hollow of his hand, he bathed her forehead, her temples, and her long bright hair. But, while thus occupied, he suddenly heard the loud rushing of water upon his right. He turned and saw the schooner dashing swiftly along toward him. She was already but a hundred yards from the canoe. He seized his paddle and turned the head of his light vessel _ away from the approaching craft, as though intending to make an effort to escape. Then, as if aware of the ndeless: ness of such an attempt, he dastied: down the implement and quietly watched the schooner as she came on. She was soon within a few fathoms; her topsail was backed, and she luffed up into the wind. Then the fair smooth face of a youth of twenty was thrust over the quarter-rail. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” he exclaim- — ed. “Come aboard at once, or Pll blow you to pieces !” The islander directed the canoe alongside: a Mulay threw him a rope, and he fastened it to the light ‘craft. The dark faces of five of the pirates now appeared at the rail, and look- ing up, Loco encountered their fierce glances directed toward comicbooks.conm