The Blockade Runner — page 16: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 17 passenger, and Foulweather Tom followed after a time. 4 “ What’s that just for’ard of the port beam, cap’n ?” said Bentham suddenly, pointing to a spot a little darker, if that were -sesiniats than the surrounding water. “By gum! A gunboat!” Powell's eyes seemed about to feap from their sockets. “And yonder,” ejaculated Bentham excitedly, “isa second one.” “We are running into the midst of the Yankee squadron,” exclaimed the skipper, jumping toward the pilot. “Vessels straight ahead and off our bows, Tom,” he said. “T know it, captain.” ‘““We are in a dangerous place.” “ That’s so, sir.” The coolness of the pilot argued well for the success of the expedition. For a few moments longer the Foxhound kept port- ward, when all at once a rocket shot upward, appar- ently from the very depths of the sea, and exploded ° above the masts of the largest vessel. An oath fell from Powell’s lips as the rocket burst. “Discovered! Now we’re in for it!” he said with compressed lips. The Federal signal told him that they had, indeed, reached the most dangerous part of the voyage. A minute later several responsive rockets soared heavenward, revealing the position of as many Union blockaders to the captain. 14 AGOMIGIOOKS (©)