Chapter 13—The Adventures of Commodore Urrican
It was at eight o’clock in the morning of the 11th of May that Commodore Urrican knew the number of the throw that concerned him, and at twenty-five minutes past nine he left Chicago.
There was no time lost, you see, and he had none to lose, considering that within a fortnight he had to find himself at the extreme end of the peninsula of Florida.
Nine by four and five, one of the best throws of the game! At the first bound the fortunate player had been sent to the fifty-third square. It is true that on the board arranged by William J. Hypperbone it was the State of Florida which occupied this square, the furthest to the south-east of the North American Republic.
Hodge Urrican’s friends—or rather his partisans, for he had no friends, though
