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A SILVER BRAND, ‘ae 105 cause. I was set to watch them lest they should be open to bribery. But it was a needless task. Their loyalty and devotion to the cause are almost morbid, growing out of some vow which they took beside their father’s dying bed. It is very little assistance I can get from them. The only chance being from this Penelope, whose love for Lina seems the strong- est passion of her nature. But let my next letters arrive and Ican see my way more clearly. There is some signal move coming. Isee it by the in- creased vigilance of the Foss family. I feel it my- self intuitively, as we know by the air when the tempest is gathering.” He. went out as he spoke the. last words, and baring his head, allowed the fresh breeze to lift the damp locks from his forehead and cool the fever there. Slowly thence he strayed down the path until it brought him to the water’s edge. There he sat down, playing idly with the pebbles that strewed the sand, his head drooping, his eyes downcast, Two or three of the fishermen’s children, seeing him there, came laughing and skipping to his side. He-had a cheery smile, and a bit of candy from the pocket that carried such a variety of treasures, for them, but soon fell off again into abstraction, and they strolled away again and left him to his musing. But there was one eye that *never left him, nor lost a single expression of the grave and pensive face. | Crouched among the thistle bushes which hedged about the tall rock at the taxidermist’s right hand was a rough, uncouth figure, and its wild, fierce eyes, filled with angry and baleful lhght, glowered” upon him, and -followed after him when at length Nat rose and took his way leisurely homeward, while a gaunt hand was shaken wrathfully after him, and a hoarse voice muttered: » “Curse you! I know you well enough. I haven’t forgot your knocking me down and balking as pretty a game as ever was started. I should like to know what you’re hanging about here for, and passing yourself off as Nat Womberg for, There’s GComicbooks.co