Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 26: what you’re looking at

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28 THE MAD: SKIPPER. The hand of the New-Zealander, tightly pressing his wind- pipe, prevented the conclusion of the sentence. “When me tell you leave the ship,”. cried the sevage, fiercely, “me like you do so. . If not me kill quick !” The vice-like grasp upon his throat deprived the Chilian of all power of resistance. His sword dropped from his hand; his eyes and tongue protruded ; his face began to grow purple ; it was evident that the enraged savage intended to choke him to death. In fact, he would have accomplished his purpose, but for the interference of Frank Harland, who now sprung to his feet, and seizing the mate by the shoulders, pulled him backward with a force that caused him to let go his hold. “ You. carry matters too far, my friend,” said the young man. “ You must not commit murder.” “ Hi! hi! who dis? What dis mean?’ exclaimed the astonished savage, staring upon the two deserters. “ Where you come from? No like you meddle with me.” “T couldn't stand by and see you kill the man,’ answered Frank; “ but I can assure you that I had no objection to your other movements. I may add that Lam glad to perceive that our Chilian friend is not disposed to remain any longer in our company.” “He! he! he!” laughed little Joe Plaush——“ there he go, scrambling over top of bone pile as if dogs after him.” In fact, the policeman did not stop until he had gained the deck, where he found his comrade, who had been considerably alarmed by his protracted absence. “ Now, then!” cried the captain, who stood near the fore- mast, “ you will be good enough to leave my ship. The quicker the better !” “Si, sefior,” replied the discomfited policeman, eit you please make deserters come up from below.” “ Deserters !” . “ Yes, below there in hold.” And in a few words he re- Jated his adventure. “Captain,” said old Ben’ Williams, who, being at work near the foremast, had overheard every word that was said— “Captain, I think the man is mistaken. About half an hour ago I heard them two little savages, the cabin-boy and his chum, say they were a-going into the fore-hold to pick oakum CORMMELIOOKSaCOMl