The Blockade Runner — page 206: what you’re looking at

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aj s ' THH BLOCKADE RUNNER. 207 With the noiseless tread of the panther he crept _ from house to house, listening under the window sills, ready to bury it in the back of his victim. and among the trees which fronted nearly all the residences. His journey took him to Captain Powell’s house. He crouched at one of the windows. Why did he’start, and what made his eyes twinkle so maliciously ¢ Had the crawling Malay spy discovered anything ? One thing is certain—that his trail ended here. He listened beneath no more windows, but glided away and soon disappeared. If the Malay had good eyes, his ears were also excellent. When close to the old house where Captain Pawns awaited him, he stopped and listened. Had he been followed ? At any rate, after listening awhile he drew his creese and stepped behind a tree near by. There he stood waiting for the person approaching to come up. | That individual did not seem willing to oblige Mar- do, for all at once the footsteps ceased ; they sounded again a moment later, but going back. “Spy ‘fraid to come on!” growled the Malay, dis- appointedly. “Santissima! Mardo will find him if him afraid to meet Mardo.” So saying the yellow leopard turned and went back after the person who had evidently been following him. | The Malay’s feet gave forth no sound as eager bounds sent him swiftly forward. He still carried the naked creese in his right hand— COMMicoooks co 5}