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JACK AND HIS SEVEN FOES. 19 “too eager in their quest of the ship to heed them. So they went on for miles down ‘beach. For the most part they journeyed over smooth sands, but here and there they came to clusters of rocks that were rougher going. At last they were within hailing distance of the ‘‘ Alba- tross,” and the settlers were shouting to anyone that might be on board. No answer came back, and soon she erounded with a grating noise, and heeled over to an angle of forty-five. The settlers ran down close to her, and the Swaggerer and Dribbles lay down among some broken rocks to watch. One of the men threw off his upper earments end plunged into the sea. <A couple of minutes’ sturdy swimming brought him close to the side of the ** Albatross.” Then the watchers heard him shout again. But there was no reply. “The cub is dead,” said the Swag- gerer, scorniully. “Shout louder, my honest fellow.” The man began to swim round the vessel, and ere lone he espied a rope, which he seized and clambered on board. A moment's pause, and then another ery was heard. ‘And what a ery it was! No cheery shout, but the -acream of a horror-stricken man. the hoarse CFeDParAi ai hn hide etna hon hednn Leis They saw him run across the deck and thrust his white face over the side of the vessel nearest the shore. A few words from his lps, and half of his comrades threw up their arms in horror; then some plunged im and also clambered on deck. A small boat had been left behind by the mutineers, and this, with blanched faces, they saw lowered. Then a form was slowly brought across the deck and handed down to some of the men who had leaped in. The Swaggerer drew a revolver from his breast-pocket and cocked it. ‘As well to be ready,” he muttered ; but Dribbles, sneezing and shuddering, turned away. The boat pulled quickly to the shore, and the settlers lifted out their burden. The hght of the morning sun fell upon | bis face. The Swaggerer saw that it wasindecd - Jack, but whether he was hving or dead he could not tell. “Run, you white-faced hound!” he said to Dribbles. ‘‘ Warn the others. Tell them that the cub is here. I'll follow quickly as soon as I see what ought to be done.”’ “But why do you stay?” Dribbles asked, with chattering teeth. “Tf he is alive,” said the Swaggerer, “and I can get near enough to him without being suspected, Dll put a bullet through his head, and chance what follows!” —!)- — itn DUG GUn CDG CHAPTER VII. THE ALARM——NOTICE TO QUIT-——-THE STRONG HAND OF HONESTY—FLIGHT- Wartker Drissres hurried back as auickly as his shaky limbs would allow, but his white face and uncertain foot- steps gave him the appearance of a | drunken man running away from a | ghost. And, indeed, there was a grim spectre | behind him. There was no lack of evil in him, and he could share im a dark deed without any pity for the victim; but he was a born cur, and the probable consequences £0 eee troubled him sorely. ‘“Tts unnatural for that ship to follow | | hastened on. | him by the throat. us up,” he muttered. ‘There’s some- thing uncanny in it, and we are all - doomed men. He finished off with a sneeze that seemed to lift him off his feet, and The hut was reached, and opening the door he bounded in. The Pantalcon was just coming out, rubbing his eyes, and Dribbles and the old sinner went down together. ‘Here! who is it? What’s Ups roared the Pantaloon, fiercely clutching “Up, lads, the enemy is upon us!” GOnnlGoaoo cs) (©)