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140 COMMODORE JUNK, CHAPTER XVI. AFTER A LAPSE, “THEN we'll die for it, Bart,” said Jack, fiercely. “Tf so be as you says die for it now, or to-morrow, or next day, or next week, die it is, my lad,” said Bart, des- pondently ; ‘but luck’s agen us, and we're beat. Why not give up?” “Give up?” cried Jack, whose appearance was somewhat altered by his two years of hard sea-life in the tropics since the night when the cutter sailed away into the darkness of what seemed to be their future. “Give up?” “Yes; and back out of it all. Why not take passage some- where, not as Jack, Commodore Junk’s brother, but as bonny Mary Dell o’ Devonshire, going back home along o’ Bart Wrigley, as is Bartholomew by rights?” “ Well?” said Jack, sternly. “Don’t look black at me, my lad. I’m tired o’ boarding ships and sending people adrift.” “ Growing afraid, Bart?” “Yes, my lad; but not for Bart Wrigley. For someone else.” “You are preaching to-night, Bart.” “ Maybe, my lad, for it’s solemn times; and something keeps a-saying to me: ‘ Don’t run no more risks! There’s old Devon a-waiting for you, and there’s the old cottage and the bay, and you’ve got the money to buy a decent lugger, and there’s plenty o’ fish in the sea.’” “Go, on,” said Jack, mockingly. “ Ay, lad, I will,” said Bart. ‘And you might settle down there, and live happy with a man there to wait on you and be s- GO| GOIOOKSHEO ==)