Beadle's Dime Novels No. 94: The Mad Skipper — page 9: what you’re looking at

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A SINGLE REAL. 11 “You mistake. Me been here before, and so know all about the way they do when man desert vessel in this port. The ‘ vigilantes, (police officers armed with swords) get de- &cription of runaway from the captain, and make ‘search all time till find him, If they not find him until after ship sail, they put-him in calaboose all the same as if vessel still here.” “And what sort of a place is the calaboose ?” “ An old prison where. he put criminals. . Suppose we be catched, we have to huddle in with thief, highwayman and murderer, and work with the chain-gang.” “ The chain-gang ?” ‘“Yees—de criminals who carry, all day long, great loads ‘of dirt and stones for punishment.” “That would certainly be disagreeable, and in order to avoid Such a misfortune, we will wait until night before we quit our retreat.” “ Where we go then ?” : + “We will descend the precipice in front of us, which is washed by the waters of the bay, and swim to that yellow Whale-ship, which is not more than half a mile from the shore. My word for it, the crew will not betray us, but will conceal us until the vessel sails.” “Good plan !” cried Joe, clapping his hands; “ the precipice isn’t very steep, and-so we go down easy enough even in the dark.” “ Ay, ay, if we are careful. The rock is covered with pro- jections and clambering vines. I'd like something to-eat, how- ever, before we start.” ~ The dwarf took off his cap—a large, round one, made of brown cloth, and turned it wrong side out. “What are you going to do now, Joe ?” “To get something to eat. Turn cap wrong way so as to make look white—lining white. Then go to hut somewhere, and buy cake or cooked potatoe. Brown cay been described by captain, as belonging to runaway. If made white, this way, Won’t be known.” “ But if you sell your cap—” “Me no intend to sell. Me buy with money.” | And pulling a solitary real from his pocket, heheld it up close to the eyes of his friend. | Connicloooks.cona)