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82 BONNY JEAN. ered with lily-pods that diving was impossible, and slowly but surely they crowded around—one by one—and hemmed him in, Philip glanced about him, and his heart sank. Everything seemed against him. Must he die, then, alone, like a brute? Slowly the leader approached him, transfixing es with its snaky eye. Philip drew himself up among the lily-pods, and began to beat the water vigorously with a wild hope of frightening them away. The sun had set now, and twilight was coming on.. Philip’s heart shrank appalled from the thought of what the dark- ness would bring. Better to be in the hands of the vigi- Jantes, and meet death at the muzzle of a gun, and die like a man; but to lie there, and be crushed between the ponderous jaws of these monsters, it was horrible | On they came, increasing their speed now, as they neared their victim. - Philip's heart gave a great tumultuous throb, and he gave himself up for lost. ‘“Never mind,” he muttered, setting his teeth hard to- gether, ‘‘if I mus? die, Pll die like a man !” He turned as he spoke, and a low cry burst from his pallid lips. CHAPTER XVII. LADY'S FATE, On floated the little boat, with poor Lady lying in the bottom. She had given up all hope now, and dropping the useless paddle, she crouched down in the canoe in silent despair. All at once a fragment of a text which she had heard her father read the Sabbath previous floated across her mind—just a few words, but they buoyed up the sinking heart, and kept Adelaide Lee from giving up i Sere a ‘*J will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” .<S (e(o) GComicboo —S