"If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. " Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm.
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