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102 groan. “T’ve bore a little to the left, and got out of the track.’’ ‘‘ More firing,” said Ben. “‘ They’ve found the lad.” “¢ And what’s one to so many ?” They were hurrying on while speak- ing, in the direction of the sounds. The firing was an infallible guide. “ There’s the big rock,’’ said Jacob, pointing to a dim shadow ahead, and in a tew moments 1t loomed tolerably clear. On the side by which they approached, © it was as straight as a cliff by the sea. There the snow could not lie, and it stood out boldly. Che firing was on the other side. “We must go round,” cried Jacob. ‘Mind how you go, it’s Pree eround here.” It was very rough, and none the easier to traverse from the snow having already fallen sufficiently to hide hollows deep enough to be dangerous pittalls. They had several falls ere they had gone far. Jacob Sturmby called a halt. The firing had ceased. “ What does that. mean?” he asked, with a palpitating heart ; have killed him P ’”’ ~ Who knows?” said Ben; “it was a mad thing for him to go on alone.” “Tf they’ve killed him,” said Jacob, fiercely, ‘his work shall be finished. [Il | carry it out.” , ‘“ Ah, that’s for me;’ said old Ben. ‘Don’t forget my lad, lying in the plain far away. He’s dead, but he doesn’t rest yet.” “We must be close on the spot,”’ third time; “ be quiet a moment.” They stood still and listened. Not a sound could be heard, and said | Jacob, as he stumbled and fell for the | “they can’t | nothing seen through the blinding fall. may OP OT ee LILI) SDP LP? LO?) LF. JACK AND HIS SEVEN FOES. «¢ What ill-luck’s come to us?” sald: J acob, _ despairingly ; ; “they've killed | him ! “ Woe—woe!’? murmured cld Ben, “so young, sonoble! Areall the young to die?’’ And in his eyes there came something of the look that was in them when he stood by his own dead boy. tor aught Jacob Sturmby knew, the foe might be within a few yards of him, silently lying in wait for his coming. Hat things pointed to Jack’s being: slain. Lhe firing, so brisk at first, had ceased, and no sound broke the stillness. silence was only to be accounted for by the victory of the enemy. Then came a ray of light. “Perhaps they’ve only taken him: prisoner,” thought Jacob, ‘‘ and we may save him yet. storm would cease.’ But hope as he ale the snow fell faster, and the air grew darker. ‘Suppose they have taken him away P Where shall I turn—whither shall I ” Tt was a terrible thought, and appalled Jack’s faithful follower. Suppose he were a prisoner, scant mercy would be shown him, nor would they keep him long. In his death lay their safety. And suppose he were dead ? Jacob Sturmby dared not believe that, even while the belief seemed thrust upon hrm. Despair settled upon him, and with a: groan he sank upon his knees. “Heaven help the lad!’ he mur-- mured. But there seemed no answer to his: prayer. The snow fell faster, and the day grew darker. Riot RS CLD? LDQ ODD LOI LDIVLOP>2ELODIOID CHAPTER XI. NOT SO “Y want to find somebody,” said Jacob Sturmby, clenching his hands; ‘ one or more of that: lot, to .take it out. of them.” But the blinding snow shut out every- thing from his view, and in the bitter- FAR AWAY—THE RECOVERED TREASURE—THE SNEEZER’S USUAL LUCK. ness of his heart, he cursed the. expedi-- tion they had come upon. Daniel Smollet came in for some hard words, but Guan Saar received an apology , © Of “course, Py not. your fault,”” The afterwards. Oh, (hae this ill-timed. ~ COMmiclooo C <SiG@