The Blockade Runner — page 89: what you’re looking at

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90 THE BLOCKADE RUNNER. All at once he started and uttered a wild cry. “My soul! it cannot be! This letter is a lie!” rang from his lips. ‘Somebody is trying to frighten me. Men who have the cause of the South at heart would not be so heartless! Yes; this letter is an infamous lie, penned for a purpose !” He stared wildly at the paper while these exclama- tions rung forth. Two sentences met his gaze. They were enough, for they ran thus: “The Swiftwing is a floating death-trap! The Messrs. Bardolph and others knew it when they dis- posed of her?” Mowbray stared a moment longer at these words. “A lie! ale! I will prove it!’ he cried, rushing from the house. He speedily found his way to the office lately occu- pied by the original owners of the Swiftwing. Although the hour was early, the shutters were up, and there was a deserted look to the place. The excited man shook the door, uttering oath after oath as his rage increased. ) “Halloo! Mowbray! What’s up?’ inguired a voice from behind. Mowbray desisted and turned. “ Ho! is it you, Powell ?’ he exclaimed, recognizing the blockade runner. “I want to see the Bardolphs. J have been told——” He paused abruptly as if catching himself on the threshold of a secret. “Don’t stop, colonel,” grinned Powell. “I think— I know what you have been told ?” “Youd? Comicbooksico S|