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66 THE MAD SKIPPER. “Not Litian !” cried Frank, his eyes flashing. ‘ You are not to—” “Hil hi!’ interrupted the mate. “Capen say white girl and all. Make fast and put in run,” “ My eyes!” cried Ben, fiercely, “that’s what I call barbar- qusness. Neither Frank nor I will stand by and see the poor gal served in that way.” “Can’t help; dem orders!” And obeying @ significant motion on the part.of their dusky officer, the Kanakas seized the three white men, and held them while the former put the handeuffs on their wrists. Lilian’s were confined in the same manner, after which the four were conducted aft and thrust into the run, The hateh was then fastened above them, and they found themselves in total darkness, CHAPTER IX. THE SQUALL, “Foye times——fine times in dis ship!” soliloquized Moon- shine the next morning, as he hung over his steaming coppers in the galley. S’pose dey all thought I was asleep las’ night, while dat rumpus was a-goin’ on; but dey made a-gran’ mis- take. How am it possible for gen’leman born and brought up, like dis chile, to sleep wid such arumpus going on? Miss Lily, Ben, Frank, and dat old frog ob a doctor, ull in de run, and de ship going ahead like mad, bound for dat place dey call. de Milstrom. Phew! all dis nuff to set agen’lman erazy ! Mus’ contrive somehow to set dem prisoners free and get us all in de boat. Poor Miss Lily ! come hard to dat gal to live in dat run, on three biscuit aud on one eup of water each day. Mus’ watch for chance to get her out. ob dere, though I’s. puz- led to know when dat will come, Know where de keys ob de han’cuffs is kept at any rate: dey hang up in de mate’s foom.- Wish it come.on to blow, so as dey all go alof’; den I have chance to get keys and set dem pris’ners free! Blew! comiclbooks.conn