Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 58 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 58: what you’re looking at
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A Bt) THE MAD SKIPPER. “ Ah! ane ‘knew it—me knew it would come +to this” murmured the dwarf, with downcast eyes. “Me have seen you many times talking together on the quarter-deck !” His cheek grew pale, while he mechanically shoveled up the snow with one of his great shoes. 2 “{ think you once told me that you would never love this girl,” pursued Frank—‘ that you felt friendly toward her, “ Yees! yees!” interrupted the dwarf, covering his eyes with his hands, “ me say so.” “ But you did not mean it?” “You speak to me one night and say this Lilian just such girl as you fancy, and me answer and say me would. never love him. Me said so because me know him could never like poor Joe Plaush as her could like you. It is all right; me dike to see you both happy, that is all me care about,” “ But, in reality you do love her, Joe; answer me frankly?” “ Heerbody love her,” he answered ; “me the same as every- body else.” , He looked his chum full in the face ashe ‘spoke, and was glad to read satisfaction in his eyes. a You have removed a heavy load from my mind, Joe!” eried the young man. “It would have made me very un- happy to think that you loved a girl who could not return your affection. Iam glad it is not so; that vou like Lilian simply as a friend.” “A friend—yees, yees—a friend, that is all,” murmured the dwarf, outwardly calm, while his heart beat loud and fast “ Sail O !’—from the top of the rock. “Ts it our ship ?” inquired Frank. “Tt is a mere speck !” answered Ben Williams, “ and half hidden by a fog that’s beginnin’ to spread over the sea, but it can’t be any other craft .than the ‘Monongahela’! We can get to it in a few hours, if we take to the boat at once,” “Ay, ay, man de boat!” yelled the second mate, as he _fapidly descended the rugged sides of the rock. “Man oat and quick pull.” — The command was promptly obeyed ; the men sung and shouted hilariously, as they plied their -oars, and the light craft flew upon her course. t commicloooks.Cconn