Pulp Fiction, 1879 · page 88 of 100
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CAST AWAY. Y “ Haul back the main yard!” shouted the captain. This was soon done, atter which the skipper ordered the starboard bout to be lowered and manned, The little craft ‘was made ready in a few minutes, “T should like to go with you,” said Trust, as the skip- per was descending into the boat. “All right; jump in!” cried Landyard. “No! no! exclaimed Miss Trundle, throwing her arms around the parson’s waist, “you must not go! You shall not go! Perhaps they may persuade you to remain, and then —oh ! then what would become of me ?” “ Bear a hand, there!” shouted the skipper, from the boat ; “bear a hand !” “You must not stop me, madam—indeed you must not,” cried the parson ; “ the captain is in a hurry.” And quickly disengaging himself from the spinster’s arms, he scrambled into the boat. Miss Trundle burst into tears. “Oh, dear! dear! what a persecuted woman I am!” she sobbed; “even he will not take my advice. Hold on! hold on!” she added, as the boat darted from the ship’s side; “Tf will go with you, parson. We must not be separated ; I will cling to you through—” “You'd better go into the cabin, ma'am,” interrupted the captain; “you had, rally. We'll take you ashore, perhaps, some other time.” The next moment the boat glided round the stern, thus dis- appearing from Miss Trundle’s sight. She mounted to the top of the round-house, however, which afforded her a plain view of the little craft. Sobbing and otherwise lamenting, she watched it until it struck the beach, after which she descended into the cabin. Weldon and his pretty bride gained the strand just as the skipper and parson Trust jumped from the boat. ~ “Hol! ho! a fine trick you played us, youngster!” cried Landyard, with gruff pleasantry, as he shook hands with Harmon, “a fine trick! Drifting away from us ina boat, and | then getting married upon a lonely island! And so this is your wife,” he added, doffing his cap to Minnie. “ Blow me, but she’s a pretty lass, and I congratulate you on your choice.” One by one the boat’s crew stepped up to shake hands with ; comicbooks.conm