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6 _ BONNY JEAN, pocket. Scarcely had he disappeared when Philip entered ‘hurriedly. ‘‘They are coming, Mr. Conway,” he cried, excitedly. ‘‘I hear that they crossed the ferry just before sunset, and they may be expected any moment. Are you feeling any easier, sir?” He sat down by the rude bedside,.and took the cold hand in his own. | ‘‘ Easy, did you say, Philip? No, I sha’n’t never be any better in this world, but—there’s another country, you know, my boy. Ill drop anchor there afore many hours. But, Phil, since I am goin’ to peg out sure enough, I want to tell you somethin’; never told no other man—no other livin’ critter, since I had the secret to tell. There ain’t nobody eavesdrop- pins. is there, Phil? No? ‘Wal, listen to what I’m goin’ to say.” The young man bent his head over the emaciated figure, still clasping the white ar hand in his own. ‘« There's a paper,” continued the dying man, feebly. “* Ga- briel Black's got it. It's all right, Philip—all right. You'll do what the paper says ?” ‘“‘T'll do whatever you desire, Mr. Conway,” he returned, earnestly. ‘‘ But,” faltered the broken voice, while the dim eyes searched — the handsome, open face before him, ‘‘I haven’t told you the secret yet, you know, Phil, and—it’s gettin’ dark and cold in here. The secret, you see, wasn’t in that paper that Black’s got; it's a secret o my own, and nobody don’t know nothin’ about it—ramember that! Philip, you’ve heered tell o’ La Fitte, the pirate ?” Philip Randall's face wore a look of surprise. “Certainly, sir. ‘* Who has not?” ‘“Wal, my father, old John Conway, once done La Fitte a good turn. He—the pirate, 1 mean—I’m very cold, Phil—he come mighty near bein’ killed by a band o’ Indians, They’d . Just got a hold o’ the brave feller—for he was brave and bold, (ee) = comichbooks