Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 78 of 116
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 78: what you’re looking at
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<== “girl, A moment’ after, a faint ‘tinge Of color ‘suffused “her ‘cheeks, ' “her ‘lips parted, she6pened her eyes. ” ‘Loko turned ‘toward her; ‘he encountered her bewildered ‘gaze, as she ‘r6ée, and was Aout to'speak to Her; when thé sharp crack of’ a musket came from the vessel in chase, and préssing his hand upon ‘his side, the islander. fell to the bottom of the canoe. With a low ery; the young girl bent over ‘him, looking down ‘upon his upturned face. The blood ‘was flowing from a wound just above hi right hip; she believed ‘that he was dying. He smiled faintly, and ‘tried ‘to — but only a faint murmur came from his lips 9 ''Phe next: moment, Grace heard the ‘dull booming/of a Heavy gun, then the howling of a shet over her ‘head, ipellowed ‘by a ‘Youd crash béhind her} and’ tuming, ‘slié/saw the shatteréd jib- oBie of Me kehsoer ‘drop into the: 's@a. The vessel tacked “at onée‘and stodd off, hoisting “the: ‘recall “signal for her boat. This was now within twenty yards Of the cutter ;“and firing a farewell volley at the fugitives, its oceupants, with & | yell of disappointment, began to’ pull for ‘their vessel. They’ were soon aboard, and the boat was then hoistéd up. As “Three cheers, my lads! cried Bloek; turning toward his crew, not one of whofa had been injured by the ‘shots of the pirates ; ““ three cheers! The sch6oier is peg her eels | “Our presairvation is identified YT”: ‘Off went the hats of the crew, and the cheers were’ heart- ily given—the professor in his ° ‘excitement, ae his smoking-cap into the'sea: | ‘Phat was a-pretty: shot, i" ae Tom Rocket, ‘aS the men again seized their oars:” “Tt took off the schooner’s ‘boom as neatly as a Whistle." here's no doubt, now, that yonder ’fel- low "pointing toward the approaching erat is re per 4 of-war. I thought''so, from the first.” : “ Ay, ay,” responded Block, “and T'shall sonnbaay feel sur- ‘prised if the pitate ‘escapes ‘her! Why, my eyes!” ‘he added, ‘bending ‘eagerly forward, “if there isn’t a figure that looks ostensibly like that of a female e-sitting in the canoe ahead ‘of us.” All eyes were at once ‘turned ‘in the indicated direction. “ Dear me! cried the ‘professor, “ it” ‘was a ‘man ‘a little “while ago! it'dwas, reilly!" : : ecomicbooks.com