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Fc ‘ Ny ¥.2 r . ee a Mier ‘one Gh Villain,” ie gasped, i you heen need: me! 1 | a _ “Had I done less,” replied Reonardo, coolly, “T | | should not be what I am—a premard Lie there he ae The wounded man sought to make some EM a: but his strength was going fast, and he was unable to Be do ‘so. Sinking down. upon his back, his breast i re heaved once, and then he was still. Reonardo bent 7) | down and looked at him fora moment. A smile of evil satisfaction passed over his face. __ ' ihe it Poa NA tse hearing the men calling out that the boat was peed i By: f ‘or sen, he hastened towards them. bee: _ Shortly after the sails of the argeelee not were . | illed with the breeze, and Reonardo was, for the : _ time at least, borne away from the island he had had | fe harassed. SO sorely. ae CHAPTER LXIf. CHORKER AND MR. NAPOLEON FARRELL. appeared to be. dark in the cave to any- ' one coming from the outer air, there was, neverthe- less,some light that filtered down to where the two bound men were lying. It was just enough for them tos see each other,and wie iGhonicen,” said Mr. Farrell, “you are a mean or of a aah and you are rena served for your _ treachery to me.’ a “What do you mean by treachery | °” asked Bets: -Chorker. $f You curried favour with these scoundrels by seek- 5 “ Oh, that’s how you ‘ook at it 2” a “ Yes,’ replied the schoolmaster. ihe _“ Whatsoever I may be,” said coe “Tm not a Se “ay didnt run away!’ violently asserted Mr, -Farréll. 3 RN, ie eae s one general opinion on that point, Ill - , “right through the school, and if yon should fave wie luck eo getting said Chorker, b you Se 4 Aa “Thave settled accounts with him,” he said,. and pitch © sharp crack, like the report of a toy rifle. aes | Chorker. Good-bye.” «i “We ae res get ian it,” groaned ed Fach dy iia steal ‘Tm afeard not. 2 meant Chorker. Pte we And then their minds povertte to their position, Kg, they whined in concert. | “I think, Chorker,” said | Mr. Farrell, after a “that we, being doomed men, have no right t to fsa ne tain animosity towards each other.” he ay ie “Perhaps it will be best to forgive all “that a passed,” said Chorker, doubtfully. oy should like to do it if T per uebe it would help a poor oe man li ae | me, anyways.” = aa 3a ot ;: * We are all sinners! " Cone Tae Roe puibten “We are,” said Chorker. Aiea is wk, eee. And again they groaned i In company, ae he as af Their expressions of mental anguish were cut short — by a curious sound, Syne ale coming, from the” rs interior of the cave beyond where they were lying. | It was something between a growl and a dena and Chorker, ceasing to wail, listened with every oe ee of his head stiffened by terror. _ 6 aa AN a - Mr. Farrell hearing it, too, also became silent. The | . hh oe : sound ceased. , , : : “Did you-u-u-u nese anything, Chorker' Py * asked the Eahagicrates pet “T di--id,” replied Chorker. “ A sort of unearthly groan?” “Tt were, sir.” Chorker was as humble as he could be now. | “Tt seemed to me a most unnatural sound, Chorker.” | | fe “T’ve heerd of sperrits being seen in caves. BMerey a 3 onus! There it is again!” an The sound was certainly enough to terrify tro men of their nature and in their position. If evera ghost wailed, it never did the trick i in amore effective 3 manner. This time the sound was followed by a 7 yo. ey Rs “Dern it, what’s that?” asked the bewildered ag a Chorker. | : | a “What a peculiar aroma !” exclaimed Farrell. be a There was indeed a peculiar aroma in the cave. ie fi m8 was not unpleasant, but at the same time it had a — g weakening effect on those who inhaled it. Mr. | Farrell immediately began to feel the influence. o a Chorker sniffed twice, and shut eyes tightly. ee “Tt ain’t sulphur,” he said, “ but that sort of stuf x xe | may be going out of fashion with chosts. Mr. Farrell, oe we are two sinful men.” oe al , ‘We are!” asserted the schidolmasten energetically. ~ on “But our sins ain't ekal to some as is” lone by ae oe other pussons, and we may Bore * be forgiven.” “s Hs a a ‘ “Amen! < nape 5 ae afr i “Mr. Farrell,.I Sea) like going t to sleep.” ee: iy oA state of—of—of dreaminess is coming oer s me a nite h 3 Pty y a or