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16 ES cant of his highness that for the mo- : ment he had forgotten all about Schruggs. A groan from the wounded man _ tfe- -— minded him as he stepped down from the - barrel. “* ‘**Well, my friend,’’ said Trim, seem to be badly hurt, but you’ve the satisfaction of knowing you’re not going to be drowned.”’ *‘Lord help me!”’ groaned Schruggs. ~T think I'm done for!’’ . ‘*Perhaps not,’? Trim ‘We'll see.’ | Fer 3 5 lighted his dark lantern and set it so that its rays would fall upon the crimi- nal. Then Trim knelt beside him and examined his wound. He saw at a glance that it was ofa fa- tal nature. There was no possibility of ‘saving. the ex-convict’s life, and even with the best medical attention it could not be prdlonged. more than a sigh min- =. FER eres 3 ‘responded. lie ? ips all up ‘with me!? muttered s.: | “Pm afraid it is,’? returned Trim. a _ Schruggs groaned and stared in a ter- z - rifed way at Trim. pei < You must be a perfect ae. ” he eS said, faintly, “to have escaped Tey x = . “11 have him mene on Jone account Mast eo oT | > hl ay ve ‘ - yet,’’? Trim responded. vr ‘Schruggs Sook his bead, Sa te 2,” e answered. “Vou won’t be ae able to get him.”? _ rae 8 =) cae), and you'd like to have sie s lool oked at Trim without Te- .? said “the: gee seri- as : ein a bad scrape. It “seg > to get either pee = =a or doctor herein me Pe ‘ss, oe make up for your ¢ ae you know of the man w = “I don’t dare to,”” was the : i ‘Don’t dare to!’ exclaime: a = saree ae — were afraid eat oe yoent ate pr Ret r ye speechless for evermore. into the house. | fill satis cs occurred | hi NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. “No man can do you an injury now. Come, speak up and tell me who he is!”’ ‘‘T might recover,’’ groaned Schruggs, very slowly; ‘‘and if I did and he knew that I peached ‘‘He shall never know!’’ urged Trin. ‘’Phere isn’t any doubt that the police will protect you if you’ll only give a clew to his identity. . ‘Come, now, what is his name ?”’ Schruggs only stared for reply. His mind was evidently fighting with a mul- titude of terrors. ‘‘T know more of his name than you think,’’? urged Trim, and ata guess he added the initials H. G. Schruggs’ eyes were growing glassy. A strange light came into them for just a second as Trim mentioned these letters, ~ and the young detective wondered whether he had hit the mark. _ “H, °G.,” repeated Trim, eagerly. ‘Tell me, what do they stand for’ ?”” Schruges opened his lips, evidently made a great effort to speak, half rose upon his elbow, and then. sutstle back ?- Trim knelt beside the body for several minutes. At last he arose, feeling de- pressed and gloomy. It was a terrible thing to see a man die thus. ‘‘He has gone!’’ Trim reflected, ‘‘with all the worst secrets of his crimes with him.’? It was now quite dark. Ser and — there was no reason why he should re- main longer in this cellar. 27 He accordingly composed Schruggs’ te- <# mains decently and then went upstairs He found that it was Sane Cal “= wholly empty. There was ‘not even: a Se Bee sorap of furniture in the place. . a — = As he roamed about the ooms a hope " ae ‘to find ‘ont , it was only a short time ago I}