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138 PHE BLOCKADE RUNNER. ing like mad, and her furnaces were packed with tar and rosin. “Fase her,” exclaimed Captain Powell to his pilot, *“vonder cruiser has given up the chase and gone about.” “ Ay, ay, sir,” and the bell in the engine-room rang out the joyful signal to slow up. «“ A narrow shave, Powell; but a miss is as good as a mile any day.” The speaker was a fine-looking man, whose face was turned seaward. “T should have been very sorry if this had turned out disastrously,” he continued, “since I am respon- sible for putting you into the lion’s den, so to speak. Had you not laid to to pick me up, after my vessel was knocked out, you would have been long since out of reach of the Yankee fangs; but I should have been a prisoner of war. I assure you that I am very grateful for your kindness. I could hardly expect another man to risk so much, even for a friend, and we, sir, are scarcely acquaintances.” “Say no more, Captain Powers; I am glad to have had an opportunity of doing you a service—not to speak of cheating the Yankees of an important prisoner of war.” | “Tf I can ever return the favor, command me,” said the late captain of the Swiftwing. “ What do you mean to do now 2” said Powell. “Get another ship and pay them back!” was the quick reply, as the speaker’s eyes flashed and his hands clinched at the ends of his gray sleeves. “ By my soul! Powell, I will make the Yankees ‘suffer for this disaster.” COMmMicoooks.eE@ S|