Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 89: what you’re looking at

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our OF stant. 91 out, and made him h’ist the boat again. I knew he wouldn't waste any time even to give chase to us. You ean feel per- fectly easy now, Miss Lilian, and go to sleep if you like.” “ You are sure we are not to be chased ?” «“ Yes; there can be no mistake upon that p’int now.” And so, reclining upon the couch Frank had prepared for her, Lilian dropped into a sweet and refreshing slumber. The day had passed, and the midnight moon hung low in the heavens, when she awoke. The boat-sail had been rigged, and the light craft, heading about north by west, was bounding along throngh the blue waves, with the silvery spray flying about her bows. Claret and old Ben were extended across the thwarts fast asleep, Frank was steering, and Moonshine in the bow was keeping a look-out. “T am glad you slept so well,” said the young man. “ Yes, I must have slept a long time,” she replied. “Is the ship out of sight yet ?” “ She was hull-down at sunset; she must be out of sight by. this time.” : “Tam glad of that, There is no other sail in sight, I sup- pose ?” “Not yet; but I have no doubt we will see one in a day or two, as we are on the right track. Wouldn’t you like some- thing to eat?” | “T fcel too happy to eat. J am so glad we have got away from that ugly ship.” “You have reason to be. She must now be a long distance from us, as the last we saw of her, she was bowling along upon her north-east course, under a perfect cloud of canvas, A new set of studding-sails and topsails had been rigged.” - “Do you think we will get to the coast in time to insure her capture ?” “J doubt it; she is a fast sailer, and her crazy captain won't turn aside from his course for a moment, unless compelled to do so by a change of wind.” The lovers continued to converse an hour longer, when Frank, being relieved by Ben, stretched himself across the thwarts, to get a nap. ~ ' A-few hours-afterward he was waked by the ery of “ Sail, Or end starting up and rubbing his eyes, he-saw a small ~ connmicloooks.comn