The Blockade Runner — page 220: what you’re looking at

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THE BLOCKADH RUNNER. 221 and muscles of steel, and far more flexible than any one would have supposed in a man of his build; and furthermore he was desperately in earnest. Mowbray’s murderer ground his teeth and _ parried as best he could the strokes of his antagonist. “T never saw the captain fight that way before,” muttered Tom. ‘ He must be losing his head.” No; Captain Powell was bound to kill his antago- nist—that was all. Gilmor had all he could do to maintain a successful defense without attempting to take the initiative himself. He was soon wounded on his sword arm, again on his wrist. | | Then the captain’s sword point reached his right cheek, shghtly drawing blood. Won. began to dhs his coolness by degrees; the contest was too one-sided to suit his views. He felt that he had better make a desperate effort, than to be reduced by slow degrees, even if he paid for it with his life. In a word he thought it was better to be struck, so to speak, by the tiger’s paw than. to be worried to death piecemeal by jackals. And so steadying himself he began new tactics, and for awhile the contest took on an aspect more favorable to himself. Powell seemed to be Jess skillful at defense than attack. Gilmor perceived his advantage and smiled that old dangerous smile which had preceded the murder of Gordon Mowbray. Powell slowly retreated, step by step, and the flash Comicdoo KS (©) 3