“D’ye hear there, Mr. Mulford?—it is luff you may, sir.”
“Mr. Mulford is not aft, sir,” called out the man at the helm—“but luff it is, sir.”
“Mr. Mulford not aft! Where’s the mate, man? Tell him he is wanted.”
No Mulford was to be found! A call passed round the decks, was sent below, and echoed through the entire brig, but no sign or tidings could be had of the handsome mate. At that exciting moment the sloop-of-war seemed to cease her firing, and appeared to be securing her guns.
LOVE UNREQUITED.
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BY ALICE G. LEE.
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