The Blockade Runner — page 186: what you’re looking at

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, THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 187 ‘“ Another foot and we'll see him, Gilmor.” The last word had scarcely left Nugent’s tongue, when a dark shape appeared over the top of the ship’s railing, and the next instant a huge figure alighted on the deck. Nugent and Gilmor were almost thrown down by the sudden slackening of the cord. © Great heaven—a negro!” fell from Gilmor’s lips. “Yes; a black debbil, too, Massa Flash,” was the quick retort; and the following instant a tigerish bound carried the sable speaker to the assassin’s side. “Jupe!” he gasped. “ Dat’s who I am!” Before Gilmor. could draw a weapon, he was jerked off his feet and hurried to the ship’s side. “ Help, Nugent!” pealed from his throat in accents of terror. “The black fiend is going to kill me.” The Confederate captain sprung quickly to Gilmor’s rescue, but before he could render any assistance, the young Southerner was pitched headlong into the sea. An oath burst from Nugent’s throat. — “By my soul, you skall pay for that deed!” he ex- claimed. “Mebbe so, Cap’n Nugent,” replied the negro, as he wheeled upon him. The Confederate could not use the sword he had drawn, for the black man leaped upon him, dealt him three blows in blinding succession, and flung him away. “Dat’s what ver git fur lassoin’ a darky,” ejacu- lated Jupe. “De next time [ guess you'll let him go away without cotchin’ ’im.” COMmMiclaao SS co 5}