Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 69: what you’re looking at

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“None of that?’ screamed Wythe, shaking his clenched fist in the speaker's face; “none of that, or Pik have you strung up to the yard-arm! Ho! ho! there shall be no quar. reling aboard my ship, for she’s a doomed -eraft, and we are all doomed together! A fine time we'll have of it going round and. round; and down—down—down L” “Poor captain!” muttered Ben, to himself, as he turned away. ‘“‘He is mad, and hardly knows what he says. I won't quarrel with a madman at any rate !” By this, time Frank and Joe also had been released, and Onoolo now motioned to his dusky shipmates to go for ward. They obeyed; and then, glancing aloft at the sails, which were beginning to expand in a light breeze, the captain sud- denly grasped his mate by the shoulder. : “Halloa, there! how is this?’ he screamed; “why have you taken in so much sail? It won’t do; we will never get there at this rate! Crack every thing on the old craft that shell bear. D’ye hear?” : “Ay, ay, sir!” replied the mate, and the Monongahela was soon darting upon her course under a cloud of eanvas. “Ho! ho!” shrieked the eaptain, as he rushed into the com- panion-way, “ thisis what I like! Away we go, bound for the wild North, with every thing out! Away, away, the king of race-horses! Crack it on—-crack it on the old ship, and we'll soon hear it roa !” “ Mad! mad! there’s no hope for him !” muttered Ben, shaking his head. “ Come, Frank and little Jue, let us go into the steerage and get something to eat.” They were on the point of domg so when Frank's shoulder was touched, and turnipg; they beheld Doctor Claret, looking very fierce and formidable, with his woollen night-eap cocked on one side of his head, and the leg’ of a stool grasped in his left hand. “ Where are they ?’ he exclaimed, in a loud and threatening | voice. “ Where are the raseals ?” “« Who ?” “The Kanakas—the—the—ahem-——the bloodthirsty .can- nibals! We will show them a bold front !” “ Why, my eyes!” cried Ben, “ you are saxt'inly a ferocious comicboooks.conn