Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 20: what you’re looking at

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32 THE MAD SKIPPER. “Not very. polite, certainly,” remarked the doctor, “I know by the wild, restless gleaming of his eyes that he needs something to soothe him, One of my pills would have that effect.” “ Hey, dere !” shouted the islander, as he took his place in the stern-sheets, “ you want to be leave ashore, eh? Come quickee, get into de boat.” The doctor sprung into the bow, and carefully helped his daughter to the after-thwart, which was prepared for her accommodation. “ Now then, you can start as soon as you like,” he exclaim- ed; and seizing his steering-oar, the dusky officer “quickly whirled the boat’s head around. “ Hi, hi! now den! spring, my men!’ he shouted; “ don’t ‘Jet. grass grow on boat!” “ Hi, hi, hi!” shrieked the dark crew in response, and the ashen blades. whirled through the water. The boat was soon alongside of the ship, and Lilian was assisted to the deck. by the first officer, a gigantic New-Zea- lander, wearing great brass rings in his ears. “ Where is the captain?’ inquired Dr, Claret, as the trunks were being hoisted from the boat. “By windlass, watching men heaving at the brakes,’ — answered the sass “Me go and bring aft here in a minute,” Lilian glanced forward, and her cheek paled a little as she encountered the wild eyes of more than twenty fierce-looking islanders who were heaving in the slack of the cable. Some of them wore thick rolls of white cotton cloth twisted about their brows in the form of a turban, others were barelieaded, and all were stripped nearly to the waist,as if they took pride in displaying the hideous tattoo marks with which their skin was discolored. Suddenly one of. them started a shrill, barbar- ous chant, and the rest soon broke forth’ in chorus, their voices being so harsh and discordant that Lilian felt tempted to ees her hands to her ears, “ Papa, ['m afraid we’ye got into a curious ship,” she mur- mured, nestling close to the doctor's side. “I see no white Men ast all.” “ Beggin’ your pardon,” said a voice behind them, “De COMmiIcoookxs.com