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112 < BONNY JEAN. ~T will deliver you over to the tender mercies of those men whose captain you were, and let them string you up to the forked pine yonder !” ‘¢T—J—TI’]] tell you anything! !” groaned Black, trembling like an aspen. ‘‘I couldn't stand “hat/” Philip smiled grimly. ‘‘No; I suppose not,” he said. ‘‘ You are-a coward to the very core, Gabriel Black! Well, go ahead, and make haste about it? Where are they ?” As Philip spoke, he chanced to raise his eyes. They fell upon a window in the rear of the old tavern, and he saw, pressed against the dingy pane, a pallid, wistful face, framed in by golden hair. With a low cry, he sprang forward and touched John Averill’s shoulder. «Stay here, John!” he panted, ‘‘and keep your eye on the iron chest and on this devil! I—I—oh, Heaven! Jean is up !"? yonder ! He dashed forward and entered the house. Old Corney’s burly form barred his progress; but, with a well-directed blow, _ Philip laid him senseless and dashed on. Up a short flight of narrow stairs he flew, and paused at length before a stout door. ‘‘Jean! Jean!” he cried, wildly, ‘‘I am here !” His voice penetrated the thick walls, and Jean answered, de- spite the fact that Mrs. Corney was holding her in both arms, endeavoring to stifle her cries. Philip struck the door a thun- dering blow. ‘*Open !” he cried. Mrs, Conway seemed endowed with sudden strength and reso- lution. Mild, and yielding, and -passive as she was under or- dinary circumstances, she became a very lioness when aroused. She sprang upon Mrs. Corney, and while she held the woman’s brawny arms with all her strength, Jean plunged her hand into that lady's capacious pocket and extracted the key. A moment more the door was open, and Jean was in Philip’s arms.. For GEomicbooks.co =)