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114 COMMODORE JUNK. from his assailant, but with the point so directed that, if Dinny had closed, it could only have been at the expense of an ugly wound. “Look at that now!” cried Dinny, pausing with hands raised to grip his adversary ; ‘‘and me widout a bit o’ shtick in me fist. Ye’d shting, would ye, ye little varmint! Put down |» yer knoife and fight like a man. Bah!” he cried contemp- tuously, as his anger evaporated as rapidly as it had flashed up, “ ye’re only a boy, and it’s no dishgrace to have been hit by one o’ yer size. I could nearly blow ye away. There, put away yer knoife and shake hands.” A hail from the cluster of trees which they made their camp, and Bart and Abel came into sight. Jack closed his knife with a sigh of relief, and dropped it into his pocket. “ An’ ye won't shake hands?” said Dinny, reproachfully. “Yes, I will, Dinny,” cried Jack, warmly, holding out his hand ; “and I’m sorry I struck you.” “That’s handsome, me lad,” cried the Irishman, gripping it tightly. ‘‘I’m not sorry, for it don’t hurt now, and I’m glad ye’ve got so much fight in ye. Ye’re a brave lad, and there’s Irish blood in ye somewhere, though ye’re ignorant of the fact. Hallo, captain! what ye’re going to do?” Abel strode up with Bart at his side, looking curiously from one to the other. ‘JT want to have a talk with you two,” said Abel, throw- ing himself on the sand. ‘“ Sit down.” ‘‘Did he see?” said Jack to himself, as he took his place a little on one side. “A talk, and widout a bit o’ tobacky!” said Dinny, witha sigh. ‘ What is it, captain, dear ?” “ Bart and I have been thinking over our position here,” said Abel, “‘and we have determined to go.” Gomichbooksneo