Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 76: what you’re looking at

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the locket fel’ into the sea, and before his chum eould prevent him, he plunged after it. The ship was running along at the rate of ten knots; there was no time to lose. Shouting “man overboard,” Frank sprung to the wheel aud put it down, while the main-yard was being hauled aback. The larboard boat was soon lowered and manned by six oars- men, among whom were Frank and Ben Williams. They pulled about in different directions for half an hour, but. looked in vain for the dwarf. As they were returning to the ship, however, the black, shaggy head ef the Portuguese sud- deuly rose within a futhom of the boat's bow: “Dere he is!’ shrieked the officer at the steering-oar, and a moment later the dead body of little Joe was pulled into the boat. His arms, rolled up in his tattered guernsey frock, showed the cause of his death. It was evident that while under water, his wrists had caught m the tangled yarns of the tattered garment, so that he could not extricate them; an accident which must have happened after he had got hold of the minia- ture, as this was now found between the stiffened fingers of his left hand. “Faithful to the last—poor little Joe!” cried Ben. “ He was a good chum, Frank.” The young man did not answer. Speechless with grief, he sat with the upturned face on his knee, heedless of the officer’ command to pull ahead. The body was carried to the ship and laid upon the car penter's bench. In the morning it was sewed up in the usual manner, and launched overboard. “Poor Joe! He will never bring home the piece of pink: ribbon craved by his little dark-eyed sister !” COmicdooks.cOny