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24 - The Discovery of a Plot. the conspirators had said. But he was not tin a frame of mind to dissect and inquire into the meaning of every sentence that he had overheard, and he did not dream that the plot had a far ersnert motive than the escape of the Indian lad. ‘Now, what am | going to do?” he said to himisel® as he crouched low in the darkness. ‘‘Was ever a fellow in such a quandary? I can’t give the thing away or frus- -trate the plot without getting Bruce and Steve tito seri- ous trouble. I can’t honorably do that, of course. “And there’s Deerfoot! I like the fellow, and pity him, and although it’s wrong for him to run away—and about as good as useless—I'm not going to he the one to hetray him, and get him punished. How could | ever face him again, after we've been such friends? [| wish | had let these fellows alone. [ve made a bad break to- night, and the only way out of it ts to slide home as quickly as possible, and keep dark about what [ know.” his determination by no means solved the problem, but it was the only thing that [inn could see to do. His sense of honor, as exists to an almost visionary degree among schoolboys of the better sort, told him that his. hands were tied. And whether our voung hero was right or not must be left to the reader to decide. So Linn turned about, and crawled slowly back as he had come. Arriving half way to the fence, he ventured to rise to his feet, and he had taken but two steps when a strong hand fastened from behind on his collar. ¥ EoOmicbooks, Go