Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 74: what you’re looking at

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76 ON THE DEEP. carefully scrutinized the beach and the shrubbery lining the bank, “T may have been mistaken,” he whispered, “ but I thought I disentangled the point of a spear, intruded for an instant above the top of them bushes.” “Oh, dear me!” ejaculated the professor, ning his green spéctacles toward the shore, “I hope not. I have items enough for my journal already. e : “Pm sure I saw it,” ¢ontinued the mate, in a musing tone; “and what is still more auspicious, I haven't yet seen the forms of either Capstan or the girl. The figure of the skipper, as you all know,” he added, raising his voice, “ is plump énough to be popular, I don’t think a cautious reconsidering would be out of place.” tos “T will go,” promptly answered sire “T pride myself upon. being a good swimmer.” “ All right, professor, you may go. But, be careful not to protrude yourself heedlessly into danger.” The professor dropped over the! gunwale into the water, and swam toward the beach. He was soon upon the shore, so that the party concealed in the shrubbery had a plain view _6f his person. One of them, a Malay, aimed 4 pistorat his heart, and would. have fired; had not the interpreter, who: was seated near him, grasped his arm. “ §’pose you fire, den oders go way. Best not fire, best not give larm ; den all Come shore!” he whispered. © Just thet the’ professor started and stooping, closely ¢ exam- inéd a dark red stain upon thé sand at his feet. “Oh, dear me!” he muttered, after he had surveyed: it for # few minutes, “that is blood, or Iam much mistaken.” He turned away and coramenced ‘peering into the shrub- bery, every Momient expecting to behold the dead bodiés of Capstan and the young girl. Soon he was sonear the: spot where the party were concealed, that. the man nearest to the edge of the bank might have touched him by stretching out his hand. A moment later, he saw them; encountered the gleum of theit fierce eyeballs, looking in! the Gavlaiess of their retreat like those of tigers when preparéd for a spring.’ With a single bound he cleared the strip of beach and plunged into the water just i in time to escape & bullet and the point of a ‘whistling spear, COMICMOOKS.COM