The Blockade Runner — page 205: what you’re looking at

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208 THE BLOCKADH RUNNER. He was a Malay—this Mardo—a born spy and devil. He knew every hole and corner of Nassau, and the creese that he carried at his belt had doubtless taken the life of more than one man while he served different masters. Heinstantly recognized Powers, whom he approached and touched with a thug’s smile. ‘‘ Does the captain want Mardo ? he inquired. “T do,’ was the reply, as Powers made a sign for the person who had admitted him to retire, which sign was obeyed. He was alone with the Malay, who had been brought to Nassau five years previous to our story by a sea captain who wanted a rival hunted down. 7 We need not record what passed between the pair in that old house, so dark outside and so dimly lighted within. Suffice to say that half an hour later a crouching fisure went through the Union sympathizer’s garden like a bloodhound on the trail. Escape a Malay spy if you can! The man who stood in the old house waiting im- patiently for the spy’s return was Captain Dick Powers. : He was trusting his sailors no longer; but had put all his dependence in one man whose eyes seemingly could look through a stone wall. The crouching Malay was on the right trail. He knew that two men had crossed the garden and gained the street beyond, but there his trail seemed to end. Still he did not despair! He had the perseverance of the born sleuth ; there- fore he kept on. COPMICLOOKS nC) 5