The Blockade Runner — page 175: what you’re looking at

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i76 THH BLOCKADH RUNNER. you’se with now, Cap’n Powers, would know ebery- thing afo’? mornin,’ ” Tom said nothing. The look that he gave Jupe was the glare o: a tiger. Not far off Bentham waited for the man he had leit behind. The two negroes had never been friends. Hating each other as boys, they had grown to man- hood as Mowbray’s slaves with that hate intensified by petty rivalries and disputes, and now they stood face to face in a strange city, captor and captive, thirsting for each other’s blood. Jupe was not his enemy’s superior in strength, but he had surprised him, and thus held an advantage gained by cunning. | “You habn’t answered me, Tom,” said Jupe, nettled by his enemy’s silence. “ You masta tell Cap'n Powers what you’se seen to-night.” “ Yes, but I will, Jupe !” With the last word the black captive broke suddenly away, and dealt his captor a blow that staggered him. Prodigious as that blow was, it failed to place Jupe hors de combat. He almost instantly recovered, and bounded after his antagonist, who had sprung away. Black Tom saw he was at his heels, and attempted to make his escape.” “You’se got to be my pris’ner yet!” grated Jupe, as the thought of Tom escaping with the information he had obtained rushed across his mind. ‘ De angel ob vengeance am on yer track, Black Tom, an’ you can’s git away !” Bentham heard the two men approach him. an COnmicloookxs (©)