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148 COMMODORE JUNK. “No helping me! But you can, Bart. Do you wonder that I hate the world !—that I see it all as one crowd of enemies fighting against me and trying to crush me down? Not help me! Oh, but you shall! My poor brother! They shall pay heavily for this!” ‘ What'll you do, lad ?” said Bart, despondently. “Do!” cried Jack, with a savage laugh—“do what poor Abel always hung back from doing, and stopped Black Mazzard from many a time. I don’t read my Bible now, Bart; but doesn’t it say that there shall be blood for blood ; and my poor brother’s cries aloud for vengeance, as they shall see !” “No, no, my lad,” whispered Bart, hoarsely ; “let it stop here. It seems to me as if something said: ‘ This here's the end on it. Now get her to go back home,’” “Home!” said Jack, with a fierce laugh. ‘“ Where is home ?” ‘‘' Yonder,” said Bart, stolidly. “No! Here—at sea. Bart, there is no other home for me; no other hope but to have revenge |” ‘“‘ Revenge, lad t” “ Ay, a bitter, cruel revenge. I could have been different. I was once full of love and hope before I knew what the world was like, but that’s all past and dead—yes, dead ; and the dead yonder is looking toward me and asking me to remember what we have suffered.” But think.” ‘Think, Bart? I have thought till my brain has seemed to burn; and everything points to revenge, and revenge I'll have!” ‘‘ Tt’s the end of it all now,” said Bart, solemnly. ‘“ Let's go back.” “The way is open, Bart Wrigley. I have no hold upon you, and I can work alone. Go!” CONnnicloOokKkS.c©