Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 34: what you’re looking at

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; . MEDICAL ADVICE. 85 manner, and would probably have demolished every article of crockery upon the table, had not the doctor seized him from behind with both arms. He struggled violently to get away, but the other having the advantage of position, contrived to maintain his hold, and soon, with a deep gasp, Collins declared that it was over. “ Pray, my friend, how often do these fits come on ?” in- quired Claret, releasing him. “ About once a fortnight,” replied Collins. “ Don’t be frightened, miss,” he added, glancing toward Lilian, who looked much alarmed, “it’s all over now, and mighty sorry am I that it took place in your presence. I hope you'll forgive me, and—” Se Meat! meat! bring more meat!” interrupted Onoolo, rap- ping the table violently with the handle of his fork. “ Not half enough yet.” “ Ay, ay!” cried the steward, and he darted into an adjoin- ing apartment to procure more beef. “ My friend,” said. Claret, directing an anxious glance to- _ward the New-Zealander, “I beg leave to remark that you will ruin your digestive organs by eating s0 much.” “Who you speak ?” cried the mate, with an angry frown, “ Mind own business; dat way gentleman do. You no pay for meat ; captain pay for him. No like you speak to me in dat way.” “J mean no offense,” replied the doctor. “If you choose to make yourself sick I have no more to say. Come, Lilian, let us go on deck.” They quitted the cabin, and moving to the weather-rail, stood watching the receding shores of Chiloe and the main- land, now dimly visible off the weather-quarter. The captain, with the moody, absent expression still upon his brow—his arms folded and his eyes fixed upon the deck, leaned against the mizzen-mast, as motionless as a statue. eg NEN conniclooolks. con