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28 ““VYou may be very sure I shall.” “ett Dé alone jour Nome ‘‘Nevertheless,’’ returned Terrell, em- phatically, ‘‘I shall not leave this place until you’ve done with it.”’ Dobbin came in just then and slipped a parcel into Trim’s hand unobserved. “‘Good-by,’’ said Trim, gayly. “I'd like to go with ye to the top,”’ cried Dobbin. ‘‘I’m afeard ye’ll never come down alive.”’ ‘Well, perhaps I shan’t,’’ responded | Trim, gravely, ‘‘and if I shouldn’t I'd) better give you one or two directions, old | Upwal d for- _|rope at. fellow.”’ “‘T’]] do whatever ye tell me, lad.”’ The sexton and Terrell and one or two others who stood by withdrew to the farthest side of the vestibule in which they were standing, for they believed that Trim was about to give some last instruc- tions to his companion. This was just what Trim wanted. : ‘“‘Dobbin,’ he said, taking the old sailor ‘ by the hand and acting as if he was giving a last farewell, ‘‘you’re on to the man with the queer limp, aren’t you?” _ **You inean Mr. Terrell, lad ?”’ : ‘*T do.” ‘ ‘‘Him as stands over there ?’’ | “The same.’? __ ; “What about him, lad ?”’ ‘‘T want you to keep your eyes on him all the time I’m up on the steeple, do you = ~ understand ?”’ ; **T don’t know why——”’ | , Never mind why, Dobbin. Doas I tell z you and you’ll be giving me the biggest os kind of help.” <A * ~**Then I'll do it, lad.”’ SHS _ **Watch whatever he does, follow him = wherever he goes, but don’t let him see -- +, you if you can. help it.”? . i. ‘ ~~ *2P iT look out; lad. But what if you — _ And with another grip of the hand Prim turned away and began to mount the ___ staircase that led to the base of the spire. -——s *I. shan’t care much,”’ he thought, ‘‘if _ Terrell does get on to the fact that Dob- bin is shadowing him, for that will make a 4 + te a eS eng Pm, 5. ee or: . <a him all the more likely to expose him ~e ile “3 = “hee te ee, a ? aa ..9 : Ps ee ; 3 . 5 SS or ee ee = = ah 7- r Le 2 climbed up hand over hand, ~, NEW NICK CARTER WEEKLY. | crowd that had gathered below held their breaths as they saw him prepare to begin the dangerous climb. He had the rope which he had-brought fastened to his belt, and he held a coil in | one hand as he stepped out from the beliry. The first thing he did was to throw the coil as if it were a lariat over a beain that FF stuck out from the top of the belfry. True to its aim, the rope wotnd itself 7 around the beam and ‘Trim “promptly © Presently he was astride of the beam and looking something else to throw the Almost every steeple has ornamental projections near its base. This was no exception. With his ‘skill at throwing | the lariat, it was therefore child’s play for him to make the first part of hisclimb. ~ He simply threw the rope around one beam end after another, and climbed up — until he came to the point where the spire went straight up into the air as | smooth as a walking stick. Then he rested fora moment. . 64 | Trim was already so far aloft that no J} one on the ground could tell exactly what 7 he was doing. With a little caution, therefore, it was easy for him to take out — his spyglass and direct it at the upturned J faces below. : In a moment he Had caught the face of Terrell. He was standing in the outer edge of the crowd and directly behind © him was the faithful Dobbin. ‘Among all the spectators there was none | ‘that looked more anxious than Terrell. Rising carefully to his feet and coiling — his rope for another throw, Trim prepared for the really dangerous and difficult part of hits task, See As he did so he saw the marks in ‘the surface of the spire that had been made by Miller’s climbers when he went up f during the night. **T reckon,’’ he thought, ‘‘that I can_ put my spikes in the same holes and so eet aleny caslete Se The most dangerous thing he had to do F in the whole task was to throw the rope. _ This required him ‘to lean a trifle out- ward, so that he was almost off his bal- F t - Secgeree ie - ee ee 1e effort of throwin g¢ the rope’ would be likely to make him lose his balance He's) age" RS Ee y