Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 87: what you’re looking at

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A RusH. 3 89 ‘put it won’t last more dan ten minutes—I’s certain on dat point. Dere,” he continued, as a sudden jerking of the vessel was felt, “she’s righted now. We can lower de boat easy enuff now, and as dem whaleboats can live in mos’ any kind of a blow—” “That'll do,’ interrupted Ben. “Go to work at once if you're going to, and unlock our handcuffs—Miss Lilian’s first.” “ Sart’in ; all gen’lemen wait on de ladies first,” and quickly stooping, he freed the young girl’s wrists. The others being liber: ated in like manner, the party cautiously a into the state-room. “And now dis being obliterated,” said the cook, “I will go on deck to make a ‘reconsistence’ eee) ob mat- ters.” He did so, and was gratified to discover that the violence of the squall had abated, and that the mate, with his crew, were still aloft, occupied in repairing damages. “All right,” he whispered, thrusting” his head through the companion-way ; “ de coast is clear.” “ Av, ay ; now then for a rush,” said Ben. And followed by his companions, he made his way to the deck, and thence to the bow boat. Into this Lilian and the doctor were assisted, with all possible dispatch, after which the little vessel was lowered. The creaking of the falls was heard by the man at the wheel, and by the dusky crew aloft. The former shrieked out an alarm, while the latter commenced to descend the shrouds. The next moment, however, the boat being manned by the whole party, was rapidly dropping astern. “We are safe now,” cried Lilian, clapping her hands, as the “ seamen grasped their oars, “Ay, ay,” cried Frank, “ that is if they don’t give chase to us.” “They won't do that,” cried Ben ; “ the crazy captain won’t allow ’em to do that. He’s detarmined not to lose any time.” “T am sorry to perceive,” said Claret, “that my valuable skeleton’s head has been taken out of the boat.” “Ay, ay, and Lilian’s guitar, too,” said Ben. “ But I see the bag of biscuit has escaped their infarnal clutches, which Ccomicloooks. conn