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258 THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. He drew his revolver, but Bentham arrested his arm, “Don’t be rash, Mr. Jones.” “Rash, sir!’ exclaimed the Confederate officer, turn- ing upon him in a rage. “It’s my opinion you're the cause of all this.” ; Bentham made no reply. “In the devil’s name who are you?” cried the officer. “Bob Bentham, of the United States cruiser Avenver yonder, and you are my prisoner!’ | Bentham tore off his false beard. “Then your life shall pay forfeit for your trea ery ES cried Mr. Jones. “Jupe !” The negro sprang upon the Confederate officer just as Lieutenant Haskins of the Avenger’s first cutter sprang over the stern rail, where the negro had thrown ropes to afford means of ascent to the cutter’s crew. At the same moment the Destroyer was boarded ct the waist and at the chains forward. In a twinkling forty jack tars were on deck driving the disorganized Confederate crew below. “Bentham!” exclaimed Lieutenant Haskins, hardly believing his eye: “Ay, ay, sir,” touching his cap. “I take great pleas- ure in turning over to you the possession of the Con- federate privateer Destroyer.” “Treacherous hound!” exclaimed Mr. Jones, as he lay upon the deck encircled by Jupe’s arms, “you shall hang some day for this!” : “Thank you,’ said Bob Bentham politely. “Tl take the risk.” S (e@) AMIEL NO) KSuGO _