The Blockade Runner — page 60: what you’re looking at

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1H BLOCKADE KRUNWER. 61 CHAPTER VIII. HOW A SHIP CHANGED HANDE, iv was the morning after Robert Bentham’s escape from Wilmington, and Gordon i ses was walking his library like a caged lion. Suddenly a rap sounded on the door. “Come in,” said Mowbray, glancing up, but not breaking his deridon The dob opened, and a well-built man, with a bandage over one eye, entered and dropped into the chair to which he was assigned by a wave of the hand. “That nigger of yours has a fist like a sledge hammer, and muscle to suit, colonel,” he said, fixing on Mowbray his one good eve that flashed angrily. ““T was about to serve on that nephew of yours a writ of forcible detention in the shape of a revolver, when Jupe sprung at me likea tiger, and the three blows he dealt, all in less than a second, felt like the falls of a trip-hammer. I saw all the stars that ever glittered in the universe, and my head this morning feels as big as a mountain.” “Tell me all about it. I have heard nothing but re- ports. I have been waiting for you, Gilmor. | thought you would come. Go on!” Mowbray’s crisp sentences disclosed both his im- patience and ill humor. He had thrown himself into a chair in front of his COMmuicoooks (©) 5}