Beadle's Half Dime Library, No. 187 — page 1: what you’re looking at

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(a it i Va uae 2S . are ewe ee . Vol. VIII. os Single Number. THE LIFE’ BOAT BOY: The Smugglers of the Inlet. A Story of the Lower Beach. BY CHARLES MORRIS, AUTHOR OF * THE GAMIN DETECTIVE,” “‘ THE BOSS BOY,” “BILLY BAGGAGE,”’ ‘“ PICAYUNE PETE,”’ ETC. CHAPTER IL A LONG CHASE. ‘THe fellers is ridick’lously risky,” cld waterman, who stood at the water- Beach City coast, looking seaward. wled an e, on the ‘Did ye twig " " Nt : ‘ Tne RA ARS eonhhins pen sa WY RAY ¥ See SAR > \ IT WAS INDEED FRED HALYARD, IN A MOMENT HE HA - ’ nm a 5d fo 4 17. Y A Md i at te! a al ut StS Entered at the Post Office at New York, N. Y., at Second Class Mall Rates. by — ' . : *~ ‘* °° e+e or », 2 as) = flea atlas lt] tra a . bo * = r \ de. = pa AGN : fr ANS , A TRO NN » ' NOE * \ YS ~ . \) x y —— a oe + ‘em, Joe? Why, their keel hardly cleared the sha)- lers. And with afresh puff of air like this! The peek aid find it so comfor’ble if they got sand- ogged.”’ ““T didn’t sight ’em,”’’ replied the man addressed as Joe. ‘I was lookin’ south’ard. What sort o' craft was it?’’ “A full-rigged barque,’* returned the first speaker. ‘Sizable, too, Mought have crossed the salt pond, by her tonnage. And nota half-mile clear o° low- water mark.’ ‘* Under full sail?” “No. Consid’ble shortened. She best pull off while her skin's whole; that’s all I’ve got to say.”’ For a while longer the two watermen stood look- ing seaward. Then the one named Joe exclaimed: Blest if there ain’t yer barque again, clawin’ off shore! See, yonder, Jack! She’s tacked and stood seaward, Mebbe her keel’s scratched bottom, and gi’n her a hint that sand’s unhealthy.” ‘* No,” and Jack shook his ed head. “She The . | weren't fur enough in to touch, There’s ascrew loose nt VA 1¥ ’ (i <N mS Sah SS - > SS SRS Sie = eho. — = > ~~ —— = Wei Copyrighted in 1881 by BEADLE AND —— a ae ee ee ee | PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY BEADLE AND ADAMS, a —-—- = . - e Cs - { = = ; y tt Py Pd —s or? ‘ : - a Sah ‘ _ " yas - xe Ve > A A fs / La alied ANS February 22, 1881. Price, Pree, No. 187. o-ees S Sewe —- ADAMS, LA A ee se mee ee ee ee ee oo ~ «ow .- ee eee ee me ea eee ome ee there, Joe. I'd give summat to have an eye over that chap’s bulwarks.”’ ‘““Goed luck go with her,” reptied Joe *“ Let’s turnin. It’s past midnight, and terrible sleepy.” Jack made no move in response to this invitation. He had partly stooped, and stood with his eyes shaded, looking across the inlet to the low shores of Turtle Island, that lifted a half-mile away.”’ ‘‘Tt’s as I guessed,"’ he averred, mp bng his knee. ‘It’s the Fly-by-Nights, or I’m an old sinner! Look hereaway, boy. Here, to the west of the p’int! Do ye see the flash of oars under that bunch of reeds?” ‘‘Nary an oar,” declared Joe, “peo looking. “Yes, yes! Itwig’em, now! But where the blazes is the coast-guarders? Got sand in their eyes, as usual, I s’pose.”’ They were interrupted by the swash of oars, al- most at their feet, and by a hail in a loud, and some- what imperious voice: ens there! Seen anything stirring on the in- e b yawning. Ym gettin’ _— . =e Pi Ww PIO SEWN S s al F gee e > he Ces 7 ‘. S D PLUNGED THROUGH THE SURF, AND WAS BATTLING WITH THE WAVRES, | ©) AL (E(@) (Oj)