The Blockade Runner — page 113: what you’re looking at

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114 THH BLOCKADE RUNNER. The Foxhound now churned the green water up under her forefoot, and darted along like her name- sale. Se The pseudo Catesby bad retired to his stateroom for some purpose, and Mowbray, despairing of catching Powell’s ear, and too impatient to cool his rising anger, determined to follow him, and have an immediate understanding. It was an impolitic move, but the Southerner was in no mood for sober reflection. He descended the companion-way, leaving his daugh- -ter standing by the rail, where she was too much engrossed with what promised to be an exciting issue to observe her foster-father’s retirement, When Mowbray reached the presumed Confederate agent’s stateroom he knocked loudly. The door was opened by the occupant, who, recog- nizing the Southerner and perceiving his mental con- dition, immediately understood that his disguise had been penetrated by the merchant, For a moment the two men faced each other like a pair of dueliists about to cross swords, then Mow- bray, without waiting for an invitation stepped into the room. : Gilmor, alias Catesby, calmly closed the door, and without a word awaited developments. ‘“T have come here to unmask an imposter,” said Mowbray, bis voice trembling with anger. “ Discard your beard, Flash Gilmor, and appear in your true colors, sir !”’ The man smiled sardonically, which only increased Mowbray’s rage. “Then I will do so myself,” he said, and before the Comichooksico 5}