Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 122: what you’re looking at

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112 : OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. . That was the keenest thrust Captain Lo had yet received. For a moment he staggered under it, and then in a grave, mournful voice he told the whole story. ‘You are not to blame,” exclaimed his listener. ‘<I freely exonerate you from blame. Only help me in this matter, and I will not only forgive, but bless you.” ‘‘Tt shall be done, and I myself will see that you are res- . cued from the island. At Cape of Good Hope I will find out the vessels bound to this track, and some of them shall call for you. «“T will hide in this thicket then until you get them all to the ship. Oh, be careful not to breathe a hint to that man. If this island were filled with wild beasts I would choose to remain rather than return upon the same ship with him.” He broke off suddenly, and crouched down behind the leafy screen. The mate and Captain Holt were coming around the rocks. _ Captain Lo hurried away to meet them, and, with unusual alacrity, proposed to get the Lively Jane’s company at once on board the Sea Foam. Which was presently accomplished. While they were being welcomed in the cabin and mess-room, a trunk and heavy box were lowered into the boat, and covered over with water casks. Captain Lo left the mate to look after affairs on board, much to his friend Holt’s surprise, and went himself to oversee the filling of the water casks. He came back with a brighter RAGE than his crew had seen on the voyage. The sails were set, anda gentle but steady breeze filled them out. The Sea Foam stood off from the bold shore, glided out like a fairy creature, lingering a long time, a comicbooks co an S ;