Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THEOLOGICAL DISCUSSION. vari The next moment, a dozen dark figures.sprang from the shrubbery and dashed after him. But, swimming rapidly un- der water, he contrived to gain the boat while his pursuers were yet five or six yards behind him. — “‘ Now, then, lads!” cried Block, in a shrill voice, “let us see what you are. comprised of. Pull, pull, every man, like thunderbolts !” The crew cheered, each man whirled his oar through the water with the rapidity of a mill-wheel, and the boat flew like a discharged arrow toward the open sea. Soon the dusky, swimmers returned to the beach, and, after they had fired a few useless shots, they were seen run- ning swiftly along the shore. “ Ay, ay, there they go, after their boat, Pit Chip ng, ” cried the mate, “ they'll soon be at our heels !” “And yonder,” said Tom Rocket, throwing a glance over his shoulder, “lies the schooner with her hep aah aback. We mustn’t go too close to her: /” “It’s my opinion that she now hasn’t men enough aboarc of her to man a boat to pursue us. I don’t think J can eyer feel light-hearted again lads,” he continued,. with a sigh ;. “ for it’s very improvident now that Capstan and the girl have been murdered. That stain of blood in the sand proves it!’ — ““Why, bless me!” cried the professor, “ it’s enough to make us all heavy-hearted. The unhappy fate of the young girl and the skipper will make a sad item for my journal.” While the crew were, thus expressing their sorrow, Block suddenly rose and gazed long and steadily toward the spptemn seaboard: “ Ay, ay,” he exclaimed at last, “I thought so; it’s a sail ! I’ve been a-looking at it. for the last ten minutes, thinking it was a sea-bird.” “That's good news 7 cried Tom Rocket, “but it would seem much more joyful like if we had the girl and Capstan among us. It’s been a sad business the loss of them, even though they've gone to the ‘ Elysian Fields! ” ' « Ay, ay,’ cried Block, “and though they say that Proyi- dence does every thing for the best, I can’t help a-thinking that this is a decisive ‘ new-for-wrong. ad “P'y’aps, if they hadn’t died .in the way they seem to haye comicbooks.com