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118 COMMODORE JUNK. When he drew himself slowly back and crept through the bushes till he rejoined his companions, every mouth parted to ask for news; and anxiety, mingled with the stern determi- nation painted in their faces, told of the stubborn resistance that their pursuers might expect before they had achieved their ends. “They have gone right on into the woody part.” “Yes, the gin’ral’s right,” said Dinny. “But I have my doubts of their intentions,” said Jack. “ And so have I—big doubts,” said Dinny; “so I won’t thrust them.” “T don’t think they’ve come in search of you,” continued Jack. “‘ Not come in search of us?” said Abel, excitedly. A shot rang out from the distance, followed immediately by another. “That proves it,” said Jack. ‘It is a shooting party.” « Av course it is,” cried Dinny, laughing. ‘I could have told ye that, only I didn’t think of it. It’s the pigs they’re after, and they’re making free wid our flocks and herds.” ‘What a relief!” said Abel, wiping the sweat from his brow. ‘What shall we do next?” “Keep in hiding; but I'll climb up till I can see their cutter. It may be near our boat.” “ A born ginal,” said Dinny, giving his head a roll and gazing approvingly at Jack. ‘There'll be two or three left in charge of their boat, and—what would you do next ?” Jack held up his hand, and softly retraced his course up the steep slope ; and they could trace him from time to time by the waving of the leaves, but he went so cautiously that he was not seen once; and while they kept their eyes fixed upon one spot the bushes and leaves were seen +o rustle softly some distance higher up. Gomichbooksneo — 3)