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Title: Marcy, the refugee
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Castlemon, Harry, 1842-1915
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Publisher: Philadelphia, Porter & Coates
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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was wholly in the power of men whose flaghe had insulted, he was terribly frightenedwhen he found himself confronted by MarcyGray. The latter knew too much about himand his business, for hadnt he as good as con-fessed in the boys presence that he had beena smuggler ? If Marcy remembered that fataladmission and felt in the humor to take ad-vantage of it, there was likely to be trouble instore for him. The man saw that very clearly,even before the gunboat captain turned hissteady gaze upon him. Then Beardsley wishedthat the deck might open under his feet andlet him down into the hold. He cringed amoment, like the coward he was, and thentried to call a smile to his face. He remem-bered his old prisoner, the master of the MaryHollins, and acting upon the first thought thatcame into his mind, he took a step forward asif he would have shaken hands with him; butCaptain Ben ton turned on his heel and walkedaway. This movement must have served as a THE NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR. LRNOX AND R
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COEH OQ PH JH 55 HH PH BEAKDSLEY IN TROUBLE. 231 signal to somebody, for there was a slight butominous jingling of chains close by, and themaster at arms clasped a pair of irons aboutBeardsleys wrists before he could raise afinger to prevent it. The touch of the coldmetal aroused him almost to frenzy. Take em off! In the name and by the au-thority of the Confederate States of AmerikyI pertest agin this outrage! yelledBeardsley, hardly knowing what he said inhis excitement. Marcy Gray, aint I alwaysstood your friend and your mothers too, andare you going to keep as dumb as an oysterwhile this indignity is being put upon yourold capn? Take the dog-gone things off, Isay! I aint in the service, and you aint gotno right to slap me in irons when I aint donethe first thing agin you or your laws, either.No, I wont keep still! roared the captain,struggling furiously in the grasp of the sailors,who were guiding him with no very gentlehands toward the gangway that led down tothe brig. Ill pertes

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