Frank on a Gun-Boat by [pseud.] Harry Castlemon
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The major, as if not at all concerned, raised the cup to his lips and
slowly drained it, keeping his eyes fastened on Frank, who finally began to grow impatient, and inquired: "What shall we do to defeat them?" "Keep cool, for one thing," answered the major. "But tell me all the particulars." Frank then recounted every thing that had transpired. When he had finished, the major carelessly remarked: "The rascals played their parts pretty well; in fact, very well, indeed. Now, the first thing to be done is to go back to the camp and secure those two fellows. We'll determine upon our plans afterward." They accordingly slowly returned to the cabin, and found their men engaged, one in sharpening his Bowie-knife, and the other cleaning his rifle. The major walked straight up to one of them, and, seizing his musket, wrested it from him. The other, comprehending the state of affairs in an instant, exclaimed "Betrayed!" and turned to run, when Frank grappled with him and threw him to the ground. "What ish the matter here, any way?" exclaimed the captain, who was taken so completely by surprise that he stood riveted to the spot. "Lend a hand here," answered Frank, struggling desperately with his man, "and ask your questions afterward." The captain at once sprang to Frank's assistance; in a moment, the |
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