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BEFORE THE DARK. and a safe little harbor? Well, once I struck across the shoals, I slid the Ro- san behind there and lay calm as you please, made fast to rock fore and aft, and a million gulls screamin’ an’ yell- in’ day and night. When Ramsay saw my lights go out, of course, he thought sure I’d struck and gone down, and I’m blame glad he did for all hands. Next day I put the dingey over and saw him pick you up. Then I followed him down here, keeping behind the islands and shoals all the way. ‘“Some day I’m goin’ to make a chart of the good things along this coast an’ hand ’em to Ramsay just to show him how easy he is. And now I think [ll turn in for a kink of sleep. 87 Meanwhile all hands can chip in and present me with a handsome purse for saving the Rosan.”’ After which bit of youthful inso- lence Del Tanner rolled over, and was soon snoring deeply. | Tom Hodgkin turned to Captain Bijonah, scowling. “Better give that boy a dressin’ down when he wakes up,” said Tom. “He makes too light of his elders and betters.” But Bijonah Tanner shook his head sagely. ‘““T don’t sense it that way,” he re- plied. “So far as I kin see, Del’s the only one o’ the family that gives any 3 99 promise of amountin’ to anythin’. efore the | )ar! Leslie Navérgal Bradshaw CHAPTER I. THE PROPHECY. ILENCE, followed the prediction of the fortune-teller. The gip- sys earnestness had been im- pressive. The greatest skeptic could not doubt that her prophecy, in spite of the improbability of its fulfilment, was at least honest. _ The two regimental officers in the tent glanced at each other, and invol- untarily averted their eyes. The ex- perienée which had begun as a frolic, now wore a somewhat different aspect. It was becoming, in fact, almost sin- ister. Bennett and Osgood had met about half an hour earlier not far from the tents, which were on the edge of the oO COMmMiclhoo S C©