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ar BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. derly the Spat on the side of his Read which had come in contact with the wall; “‘but I’m sorry you didn’t call out sooner. I'll have the headache for a week now.’’ | “He was a pretty tough nut to crack,’’ said the other, grimly. ‘‘I never saw s0 much muscle put up - in so small a space before.’’ “You didn’t hurt him, Charlie,” said the girl, pack ly 3 “Well, no; but if Clell hadn’t come to my aid, I reckon he’d have hurt me; so Clell tapped him on the cocoanut just hard enough to make him let go. Oh, he’s all right by this time. Come, Clell, let’s go and attend to our little affair now.’’ | The two worthies walked away, followed by the ~ Queen in thoughtful mood. Food was brought to the prisoner but once that day, though it was very substantial both in peel and amount. Theo attempted to open up a conversation with his jailer, having some hope that he might thereby stumble upon a clew to the real cause of his incar- ceration, but that worthy, who-had experienced a taste of our hero’s muscular powers, seemed in no mood whatever for measuring words with him. Clell cut him off gruffly, and soon retired. More days came, and with them promptly ap- peared Clell, who always brought a generous repast. “Get ready,’ he said, as he went away on one oc- - casion; “‘spruce up, for you are shortly to have a visitor. ”’ A few minutes later Theo heard a trampling out- side the door, the bolts were drawn aside, and a party of four entered; Irene, Clell and Charlie, the Eomicbooks (elo)