Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 68: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The captain clapped his hand to his brow; @lared at the’ young girl an instant, as if striving to recollect what she had. sait, and then rushed on deck. Previous to this the Kanakas had thrown themselves upon the three friends and hurled them upon their backs. The wrists and ankles of Frank and the Portuguese were tien fast- ened with pieces of ratline stuff, while Ben, stripped to the waist, was dragged aft and tied to the mizzen rigging. At the moment the captain emerged from the companions way, Onoolo, provided with a heavy knotted piece of rope, stood behind the old tar, his arm uplifted to deal the first blow; but before this could be done, the shrill voice of his superior pierced his ear. “ Hist, there! What are you about? Who gave you per- mission to flog one of my men? Throw away that rope be- fore I tear you limb from limb!” The rope dropped from the mate’s hand; he turned toward the captain with a disappointed but submnimive expression of countenance. “Please, cap’n, dis man kill second mate—friend of mine, and make food for fish.” “Poor fool!” replied Wythe, violently stamping the deck With his fton-leeled shoe. “What matters it? We are all marked men—all doomed to be food for the fishes. Release the man at once, and the others also,” he added, pointing to Frank and Joe, “ and mind you bear a hand about it,” “If cap’n would only please let me flog dis man, Won't fecl right unless havé revenge.” “Dog of a Kanaka!” yelled the skipper, the lurid light burning in his deep-set eyes, “dare you disobey my orders:? HNolhot! I will make mince-meat of yous I will cheat the Whitlpool of its due !” “ Berry Well; let man go if you say so,” murmured Onvolo, his head drooping beneath the mad light flashing from those wild orbs ; “ berry well ; let go.” And with & few’ ‘blows of his sheath-knife he severed the cords that held the old sailor’s arms to the shrouds. “Tf you had flogged me,” exclaimed Ben, his whole frame quivering With rage, “my knife, sooner of later, should have made a hole in your infernal black heart ?” COMME DOOX<S, COM