Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 66: what you’re looking at

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“T differ from, you there,’ answered Ben. “If. an officer should tell me to cut off my own head or even his own, do you think Pd do it ?” “ Yes... Do whatever ofticer tell you. He same as king /” “That’s the way heathens look at the matter, I know, but I’m not a heathen I hope, having always tried to act like a Christian.” . “You no right to kill. officer. Mus’ punish you for dat. Put you in riggin’ and whip you until you almos’ dead !” “No, no!” exclaimed Lilian. “ You will not do that, Onoolo. I am sure you will not be so cruel.” “ White girl stan’ up for white man; islander for islander !” moodily replied the mate. “ Me love the second officer all same as brother. We been to sea togedder long time.” “I know that; but you must remember that—” “No care speak white girh any more!” interrupted the say- age. “ Bes’ go down in cabin wid fadder.” - Not until yan promise that you will not flog this old man.” “ Really, my friend,” said Claret, putting a hand upon the islander’s arm, “ you will believe. me when [ state that flog- ging is a barbarous practice and very deleterious to the general health ofthe victim. True, one of my pills might festore his strength in the course of a day or two, but, it could have no ef- fect upon his depressed spirits, upon his outraged feelings, the in- dulvence of which might eventually lead to consumption.” — “ Z-z-sh !” gritted the mate through his teeth, “you talk about pill all time; pill dis, and. pill dat. No care to hear any more. Mus’ flog old Ben !” “You shall kill me first !’ exclaimed the latter, “I was never flogged in my life, and I never will be.” “We quick see "bout dat. Hey, dere, aft, here—de watch !” And a dozen islanders came to the quarter-deck. The old tar snatched a handspike; Frank and Portuguese Joe did the same, and stationed. themselves by his side. “We are outnumbered !” screamed Dr. Claret, drawing his daughter through the companion-way, and. closing: and fasten- ing the slide." We are outnumbered.!” “Oh, papa, why have you done this ?” cried Lilian. 2 Per- Conmiclooolks.comn