The Blockade Runner — page 104: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. Tan on) o> ed ce As the night was bitterly cold the fine spray to the marrow. As Mowbray poked his head above the protectin sides of the staircase a blast of wind nearly took (ts breath away. | As far as his eye could see, on every hand around, the sea, flattened until it was nearly as level as a ple:, was a mass of driving foam. | The binnacle lamp burned faint and dim, with a sickly halo. | Above, however. all was clear, except afew whi‘e, ) : ’ ; fleecy clouds, driven wildly across the frosty stars that twinkled in the heavens. The steamer heeled away to the leeward, and the heavy black smoke poured from the funnels flattened out and was swept quickly over the starboard rail. Looking astern, Mowbray saw the billows howling after the Foxhound, urging on their white crests :n fearful proximity, and threatening at every surge {» roll in over the taffrail. | They looked for all the world like a pack of famished wolves, racing each other in the pursuit of the blockade runner, pitching and yelling after their prey. Mowbray was timid of venturing upon deck, which assumed alternate slants of nearly forty degrees, and as he couldn’t make out Powell through the mist, be returned to the cabin. The swinging lamp burned low and dim. The place was quite deserted. “T can’t do anything to-night,” he muttered. “Never mind, Pll unmask himin the morning. He has further insulted me when he asked Norah for her hand. She is to become Captain Powers’ wife. That has been settled, and no one shall interfere.” COMmuicoooks (©)