“Fire the magazine!” roared Death-wing, high above the din of battle. “Blow Wildfire Ned and his followers to atoms!”
“Ha! ha! so you are getting something for yourself this time, eh?” said Tim, as he recognized Death-wing’s voice; “but you don’t catch me staying here if there’s anything of that sort going to take place.”
So saying, Master Tim crawled over the vessel’s side, and got into one of the boats, and lay there very snugly out of harm’s way.
Wildfire Ned, however, had a terrible task before him.
He wanted to find the missing bride.
He searched through the cabin.
But no trace of her could be found.
Not to be foiled he looked everywhere.
“Blow up the magazine!” roared Death-wing again.
As he spoke, a terrible thought crossed Ned’s mind,