The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 306: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 301 foaming like a wild boar at bay, sprang from the upper to the lower deck, followed by the men, bounded back, cleared the water-casks, which were lashed together near the bulwarks, and finally stood, like an exulting fiend, on the bows of the vessel. | In this position it was impossible to surround him, and not one of the men had the courage to face him, for his yells had now assumed something between the howling and barking of a dog, and his thin lips, drawn back by the convulsions, displayed his teeth, like those of a snarling hound. *« Advance!”’ roared the captain. ‘“‘ Pretty time to advance,” muttered one of the men, ‘‘ when even Pigtailed Tom turns tail.” The old sailor had withdrawn from the chase, and was coolly drawing a bucket of water. ‘Come down, Flin,” called Ben, whose fears for his share of the money amounted to agony. ‘“ You will be better in the hold—you can’t see the water there.”’ ‘¢ No, no!”’ shneked the madman, ‘‘I am free here —I can breathe here! Ha, ha, ha! the money is all mine—all my own, Ben! [ am rich, and rich men never die !”” At this moment the old sailor approached the bows, with the bucket in his hand ; taking a sure aim, he dashed the contents in Flin’s face. ‘‘ There,” he said, “if he has get the ’phoby, that will cure him.” COMmiclooecl SS (SO