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110 BONNY JEAN. handles of the old chest, they succeeded in lifting it from the grave, where it had so long lain buried. ‘Quite a resurrection !” laughed John, as the chest was de- posited upon the ground. . ‘‘ And now, what next?” ‘‘Can you procure a conveyance any place near here?” queried Philip ;. ‘‘for,-if you can, we will take our de- parture. ” John hurried away, leaving Philip to guard the treasure and the prisoner, who lay audibly cursing his own folly. In a half-hour John returned with an ox team and wagon; the chest was deposited within it, and Gabriel Black, groaning and cursing—since resistance was useless—was lifted into the wagon also. Philip and John sprang in, and they drove off. ‘‘Which way, Philip?” asked John, as the wagon rattled along. ‘“To the old Red Tavern !” replied Philip.. ‘‘I have my own opinion of that den, and I’m going to attend to it the first thing on my list of old scores.”’ They proceeded at a tolerable pace, and reached the den of iniquity before noon. It chanced that a large number of the pine woods people had gathered there—some on busi- ness, for the old tavern ‘‘kept store” also; others had dropped in for their daily dose of ‘‘tanglefoot ;” there was a goodly crowd upon the long, low gallery, as the ox-team passed before the house, and it was safe to presume that most of them were vigilantes. John and Philip alighted leisurely and advanced toward the host. Old Bill Corney took his pipe from his mouth, while his blear eyes stared at Philip in blank amazement. “Yes, Mr. Corney,” said Philip, with a mock obeisance, ‘IT am alive! You would hardly believe it now, would you? And—do you know—can you imagine what I am here for to-day ?” | There was no response. The other men crowded around, and some significant glances were exchanged. comicbooks.co “Ss