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Updated: August 24, 2024
Rushing into the street, she cried in a shrill voice: "Little boy! Little boy!" Bob, however, had no relish for an interview with her, and quickly mounted the steps of the car and entered. Again the woman repeated her cry, but Bob paid no attention, and it was with great relief that he heard the conductor pull the signal-bell for the car to start.
A cloudy, gloomy night had succeeded to the bright blaze of an August day, and midnight was fast approaching before the signal-bell rang. Two friends accompanied me as far as Bedeque, and, besides the gentleman under whose escort I was to travel, there were twelve island gentlemen and two ladies, all supposed to be bound, like myself, for Boston.
I had taken no notice of him, my eyes by some strange fascination remaining fixed upon her. I was curious to observe how she would act in this final moment of leave-taking. The planks were drawn aboard. The signal-bell sounded. I could perceive that we were moving away. At this moment the shrouded form of the lady glided forward into the light.
"Well, Mac?" cried the captain, with his hand on the engine-room signal-bell. Maclean looked up from the book. "His Imperial Majesty of Russia, by the commander of the converted cruiser Nevski, orders us to stop." Captain Brandon pressed the lever, and before ten might be counted the shuddering of the Saigon's screw had ceased. "What next?" he muttered.
"Not they," said Maclean. "That is, if you obey. They'll gut and scuttle the Saigon, and then kill every mother's son of us. Dead men tell no tales. We'll be posted at Lloyds as a storm loss." "But what can we do?" "Full speed ahead, and ram her while she's picking up the launch! Chance the guns!" "By ! I'll do it!" shrieked the captain, and he sprang to the signal-bell.
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