Book III ON THE VERGE OF ETERNITY

Book IV THE SELFISHNESS OF LOVE

Book V IN THE HELL OF BATTLE, ALL

Book VI THE HAND OF GOD

BOOK I THEY MEET AND PART

 

 

 

THE GRIP OF HONOR

 

CHAPTER I

A Stern Chase on a Lee Shore

 

"The wind is freshening; we gain upon her easily, I think, sir."

"Decidedly. This is our best point of sailing, and our best wind, too. We can't be going less than ten knots," said the captain, looking critically over the bows at the water racing alongside.

"I can almost make out the name on her stern now with the naked eye," replied the other, staring hard ahead through the drift and spray.

"Have you a glass there, Mr. O'Neill?" asked the captain.

"Yes, sir, here it is," answered that gentleman, handing him a long, old-fashioned, cumbrous brass telescope, which he at once adjusted and focused on the ship they were chasing.

"Ah!" said the elder of the two speakers, a small, slender man, standing lightly poised on the topgallant forecastle with the careless confidence of a veteran seaman, as he examined 

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