Ensign Merrill — page 194: what you’re looking at

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- CONTAINING IMPOR TANT EVENTS. Cag ee So ined Merrill to olance sternly at fon and order tine men to lead their prisoner above. “Gan I do anything for you?’ asked Mark, address- ing the wounded man. The latter eyed him for a moment before replying then after a convulsive cough which evidently caused ’ him terrible pain, said: —“Ttis too late, sir. That bullet has done its work, and I won’t last many hours. If I had received atten- tion this morning | might have pulled through all right, but now nothing can save me; I know it. It is just as well, eh?’’ The ensign glanced at him pityingly. He was a well-favored young man, not much over twenty, and did not have the hard, reckless look of his companion in crime, Scott Clemmons. ‘““What do you intend doing with him?’’ asked the wounded prisoner, pointing above. ‘*The law will have to take its course with him as well as the rest of the pirates,’?’ Mark replied, eravely. ‘“‘He knew you before, didn't he? We have had many talks together about you, and I never knew be- fore how a man can hate when he tried. He intended to crush your steamer in the channel, but the fuse wouldn’t burn quick enough. Now you have him, but watch out, he is as cunning as Satan himself. I met him in Shanghai over a year ago, and, at his earnest desire, joined this gang, though heaven knows there wasn’t any need for it. I had a good position on the docks, and was saving money, but he promised so much and talked so fairly that I gave in at last. There was another man joined at the same time, a tall black- whiskered fellow. He bought a discharge from a drunken sailor paid off from an American bark, and yeomick 2OOKS.Ec )