The Blockade Runner — page 170: what you’re looking at

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. TPH BLOCKADE RUNNER. 171 and the figure of a herculean negro sprung nimbly down the ladder. “ Be ever on the watch, Bentham,” said Graham to the person who held out his hand previous to follow- ing the darky. ; “You may know that I[ will not sleep in that _ treason-infected city,” move without counting the cost. I have weighed everything carefully, captain. I enter Nassau with my eyes open.” “Good! lm glad of that,” was the reply, and the speaker’s hand closed fervently on the one it grasped. A few more words were spoken, and the young man who bade Captain Graham good-by descended to the boat, and gave a command in a whisper for it to put off. Bentham’s most intimate friends would hardly have recognized him as he sat in the bow of the ship’s boat that night with his face turned toward the lights of Nassau. ise He had doffed the uniform he had worn for weeks with credit and heroism, and now wore a simpler dress which would not be likely to attract attention in Nassau, nor rouse the suspicion of any one. The boat propelled by muffled oars crept noiselessly through the water and swiftly approached the city. Not a word was uttered by any one. It glided across an unfrequented part of the harbor, easily avoiding the shipping, and at last touched the wharf at a deserted-looking place, for neither bale, box nor human being was to be seen. After carefully inspecting the quay at the point fee co ’ Comichaoo was the answer. “I shall not ~ S (C@) =