Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 67 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 67: what you’re looking at
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THE. WHIPPING. . : 69. haps we might persuszde them not to flog the old sailor; and besides, Frank—’”’ “We are outnumbered!” interrupted the doctor; “ but, I shall maintain my post by your side, and with ready self-por- session protect you to the last !” “They have no intention of harming us /” cried the young girl. “ Let ’em try !" hissed the doctor through his clenched teeth, glaring savagely at the companion-slide, “let.’em try !. > Do let us go out on the deck!” cried Lilian, her cheek paling as the yells of the islanders broke upon her ears. “ Qh, my God, they will kill poor Frank !” But the doctor, who now trembled like an aspen, prevented her from opening the slide. | ) ‘You could do no good,” he stammered. “TI trust, how- ever, that our friends will escape—injury—if—they are care- ful! Alioo! there! keep up a bold front!” he added, in a loud but tremulous voice. 7 “We must not allow those men to be killed !” pleaded Iat- ian. : “No, no, we must not allow it!” cried Claret,in a trou- bled voice, which proclaimed the struggle going on between his benevolence and cowardice, “ we must not allow it, and yet—yet—do you see—we are outnumbered J” “ The captain! the captain !” cried Lilian, no longer doubt- ing the true state of her father’s feelings. “ Strange that I dia not think of him before. He will save our friends.” And she darted into the state-room, where she found. the skipper seated upon the sofa, indulging one of his usual _rey- eries. Eagerly and quickly she informed him of the dreadful en- counter which was transpiring, or about to transpire, on deck. “ For heaven's sike, try to stop them !” she pleaded ; “ there will be bloodshed —murder and—” = “Where? What? Have we got there yet ?” “No, no; you do not undersiand met There is a dis- turbance on deck—the white men will be murdered !” “On deck ?” : “ Ay, ay!” cried Claret, from the top of the staircase, “ to the rescue! We are outnumbered !” 94 3 comiclbooolks. com