A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 156: what you’re looking at

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- 148 A SERVANT OF SATAN. their davits and shattered to pieces. The smoking-room, pilot-housé@, and captain’s cabin were severely damaged, and the paddle-boxes splintered to match-wood, leaving the huge wheels exposed to view. In the midst of all this turmoil, Frederick was below in the saloon, half-stretched on a divan, making an attempt to read. Suddenly a terrific lurch sent everything flying to starboard, and the young man, without touching the table in front of him, was hurled clean over it through the air to the other side of the cabin, where his head came in violent contact with the heavy brass lock of the door. For a moment it was thought that he was dead. Some artery had been cut, and a torrent of blood deluged his face and clothes. As soon as his fellow-passengers were able to regain their feet, they carried him off to the surgeon’s quarters, where some minutes elapsed before he could be re- stored to his senses. Marvelous to relate, it was found that he had sustained no injury beyond a deep and jagged cut extending over the top of the head. This was carefully sewed up, and with the exception of severe headaches during the next few weeks, accompanied by slight fever, Frederick suffered no ill effects from his accident. The wound, although it had healed well, yet left, even when the hair had grown again, a slight scar, which the French police might have discovered at the time of ‘‘ Prado’s” imprisonment and execution, had they taken the trouble to shave the front part of his head. Lhe storm had driven the steamer so far out of its course that it did not arrive in front of the Golden Gate until the twenty-ninth day after leaying Yokohama. A few hours later the good ship was made fast to the enormous wharf of . the Pacific Mail Steamship Company. Frederick hastened on shore, and was driven to one of the leading hotels. In the afternoon, having gone down to see about the comicbooks.com —