Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 13: what you’re looking at

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PESTLE AND MORTAR. i§ . / ‘Frank laughed heartily. ‘“ Nonsense, Joe!’ he exclaimed. “I see howitis. We are in the room of some medical man. Every doctor has in his study, a skeleton or a skeleton’s head.” “Yees, yees, but how you know this doctor's room ?” “ By those rows of little vials, together with that mortat and pestle on the same'shelf that contains the skeletons, and also by that pile of medical books on the little table in the center of the room.” Joe smiled and clapped his hands. “Me very foolish to get frightened,” he said, returning to the side of his friend. “ Me might have known there be noth- ing to make frightened where there such pretty girl as him we have seen.” The two were still cowering, when the key was heard turn- ing iu the lock of the door; and, the next moment, a middle- aged man, wearing a derk coat, a broad-rimmed hat and cor- duroy pants, eritered the room. The face of this person was very square, his eyes of a pale-blue color, and his mouth drawn down at the corners. He carefully closed and locked the door after him, then bowing, addressed the two seamen in & voice something like the croaking of a frog: “ Good-morning, friends. My daughter has told me every thing, and Iam glad she acted in the way she did. That calaboose is a miserable hole to be confined in, and we shall do all in our power to keep you out of sight of the vigilantes, The old woman who owns this house, and with whom we board, is an avaricious old wretch who would betray her best friend for a few paltry reals; but we shall baffle her—-ahem —we shall get the better of her, I hope.” “Thank you,” said Frank. “ Your kindness—” “ Don’t mention it,” interrupted the other. “ We are al- ways glad to help those who are in trouble, and so are all Christians. We must contrive to smuggle you on board the Mo- nongahela—that yellow whale-ship lying in the harbor. She is homeward bound, and will sail on the 23d of May—the day after to-morrow. I have just been to see her captain in order to engage a passage; for my daughter and I have be- come tired of this place and are anxious to pein to the ‘United States. Several Spanish doctors have lately ame 4®. -5,