The Blockade Runner — page 173: what you’re looking at

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174. ZHE BLOCKADH KUNNER, ~ CHAPTER XXI. WRARLUSS AND BRAVE. THE young gunner instinctively reached for his revolver. “Tt mustn’t come to dat, Massa Bob,” said the darky, clutching his wrist. “A pistol shot would spile de hull bizness. Dat spy must be got outen de way an’ dat without much ceremony. Trust ole Jupe fo’ dat. Jes’ go on now, massa, wid walk enuff fo’ two men. Pll fix de spy.” Seeing no other way out of the difficulty and repos- ing a world of confidence in Jupe, Bentham moved on again. The darky crouched at the foot of a tree with his face turned toward the sea. Without a single weapon in his hand, the giant negro waited for the person who was oaeeabile on his master’s trail. Like a Numidian lon waiting for a strageler from a caravan the big black prepared to sieze his prey. Deceived by Bentham’s movements, the night spy came on again like a tiger sure of his victim. Jupe did not move a muscle. Presently his eyes singled out a gliding figure darker than the night itself, and advancing with the silken tread of the cat. All at once the crouching negro rose and threw himself forward. 5} — CORMNEOOO<Sae©