The Wasp — 1913 — page 353: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ES 346 THE WASP In a lull in the cannonading the admiral descended from the quarter-deck and picked his way among the dead and wounded to where the gun captain stood a little withdrawn from the crew of the near- est gun. James did not see the admiral, but was staring off across a splintered rail at one of the craven English ships. His shirt, wet, torn, and stained, was ripped away from one shoulder, leav- ing displayed that distinguished but now infamous design on the white and glistening skin. Benbow halted behind the gun captain. The tattooed device caught his eyes. He stared with hardening eyes. “What do I see on your back, Mr. Fitzwalter ?” he asked in-a low, grinding voice. James turned. Blood and sweat ran upon his face. His eyes darkened, but their glance did not waver from that of the admiral. “Tt is a mark which my father put there when I was a child, sir,” we gun captain replied com- posedly. “And a very distinguished heraldic device, to boot,” returned John Benbow. “I have heard of it, Me Comichooks.com