Penny Dreadfuls, 1887 · page 109 of 267
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102, BONNY JEAN. previous occasions ; and already his evil eyes began to glow with avarice as he dug lower and lower, and finally had the satisfac- tion of feeling his spade strike against something with a dull thud. With a muffled ce eladnniticn of delight, he redoubled his efforts, already prodigious, and went on witha will. On—on —he struck the spade into the ground once more-——and again— and all the time the eager eyes of his hated enemy and rival were upon him, full of deadly hatred ; only waiting—biding his time—to see what the end would be. “Tt is well!” muttered Philip to himself, ‘‘to let the villain unearth the treasure which belongs, by right, to Jean and her mother. Since he has been the cause of all their privation and _ suffering, his hands shall be the means of restoring to them their rightful heritage. ” So Philip stood and watched him, and Black, utterly ignorant of the truth, worked away. All at once there came a deafening report; earth and sky alike were darkened, and with a wild shriek of agony, Gabriel Black gave a leap into the air, and fell upon the ground. When the smoke had cleared away, Philip drew near the dis- comfited villain. He Jay still and half senseless, Philip pro- cured some water from a little ‘‘ branch” near by, and threw it into his face. He did not desire that the wretch should perish, until he had had it out with him. At length Black opened his eyes and stared about him. It was early dawn now, and the two men glared in each other's faces, ‘Keep back !” shrieked Black, as his eyes met those of Philip ; ‘you are Phil Randall’s ghost !” Philip spurned the fallen wretch with his foot. ‘“‘I would have been a ghost now, Gabriel Black,” he said, coolly, ‘‘if you had had your way; but, you see, -‘ the wicked shall not always prosper,’ and God helped me !” _ Black lifted one hand, and passed it slowly over his eyes, = Eomicbooks.co “