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142 COMMODORE JUNK. “You're captain, my lad. I'll do what you like.” “T know you will. Well, then, do you think I can forgive the treatment we have received? It has been a dog’s life, I tell you—the life of a savage dog.” “Ay, but we’ve bit pretty sharp sometimes,” said Bart, smiling. “See how we've growed, too. First 1t was the bit of a canoe thing as you came in up the creek.” Jack nodded. ‘‘' Then we tvok the cutter.’ “Yes, Bart.” ‘“ And with that cutter we took first one ship, and then . with that another, always masters, and getting, bit by bit, stout, staunch men.” “ And savages,” said Jack, bitterly. “Well, yes, some on ’em is savage like, specially Mazzard.” “ Black Mazzard is a ruffianly wretch !” “True, lad ; but we’ve gone on and got better and stronger, till we have under our feet the swiftest schooner as swims the sea, and Commodore Junk’s name’s known all along the coast.” “And hated, and a price set upon his head ; and now that he is a prisoner his people turn against him, and his most faithful follower wants to go and leave him in the lurch.” ‘Nay, don’t say that, my lad,” cried Bart. ‘We was over- matched, and he was took.” ‘Yes, by his men’s cowardice.” “Nay; you're cross, my lad,” said Bart, unconsciously raising one arm and drawing back the sleeve to readjust a bandage. ‘“ Month to-night and the deck was running into the scuppers with blood, half the lads was killed, and t’other half all got a wound. We was obliged to sheer off.” “Yes, you coward! you left your captain to his fate.” “But I saved the captain’s—brother,” said Bart, slowly, CONNIE MOO;KS.€O =)