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% THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. 299 He did not see that the blockade runner was un- armed; rage blinded him. Powell’s lips met sternly as he executed a rapid stride forward. “JT am unarmed, sir, except with nature’s weapons,” he said, clutching Powers’ right arm. “If I hada dozen swords, I wouid not fight you here!” “By Jove! you shall!” “That is your emptiest boast !” was the cool rejoin- der. “I say I will not, so that ends the matter for the present !” . “Tt does not, I say. You shall fight me. I wiil lay my sword across your face.” He broke away from Powell’s grasp as he uttered the last words, and raised the sword to accomplish his resolve. The blockade runner leaped at him, knocked the weapon aside and dealt him a stunning blow in the face. The captain of the eee staggered back, lost his footing, and fell against the door of one of the houses. — It opened like magic and ore ies ees to Powell’s surprise. “Well, Pll be jiggered!” he exclaimed. ‘“ That’s 7 PMroton’ s house, and I believe he’s a stanch Unionist, so I don’t envy Powers’ reception.” His own house was in the same street and only a few paces distant. He knocked at the door and Dora answered his summons. She greeted him gladly, but with evident surprise. “You have been driven back,” she said. COMMc ooo S (©)