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96 BONNY JEAN. to give me the wrong name—to attempt to deceive me—or set me on a false scent, I'll have every detective in the State of Louisiana after you,. and your life won’t be worth a nickel. 99 Do you understand r ‘“Yes,” replied the wretch, doggedly. ‘‘And you'll keep your word, Mr. Averill ?” ‘‘So help me, God!” responded John, solemnly. ‘‘ Take your choice—and be quick about it; your life, or divulge the the name of your captain !” ‘All right; Dll tell you—and I swear, afore God, it’s the real honest truth I’m a-tellin’! The name o’ the captain o’ the vigilantes is—is—” his voice sank almost to a whisper, as though he feared that it might reach the ears of some of the band possibly lurking thereabouts—‘‘his name is Gabriel Black !” “God in heaven !” groaned John, ‘‘I will have his life be- fore another week goes around. There is not room enough on this earth for him and me! Get up now! I have no further use for you, only—I warn you—keep out of my sight in future ! ~ You will, if you are prudent !” He unbound the ruffian, and as Bob staggered to his feet once more, John wheeled suddenly and pointed the loaded revolver straight at his heart. ‘‘Get out of this!” he cried, savagely—‘‘ double quick, too, or I'll forget myself and put a bullet into you any way. The very sight of you drives me mad !” Bob did not pause to argue the matter, He vaulted upon his horse, which was grazing not far away, and turning his head in an opposite direction, rode off as though all the furies were after him. The vigilantes, in round numbers, were brave enough ; a dozen or two in company could accomplish most dastardly outrages; but, individually, they were a cowardly set, or they would never have connected themselves in such a fear- ful brotherhood. For ‘‘the bravest are the tenderest,” and a bully is always a coward and a sneak. Eomichbooks.co