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152 COMMODORE JUNK. “"Tain’t that: it’s leaving the ship. Black Mazzard ar’n’t to be trusted.” “What? Pish! he dare do nothing.” “Not while you're here, my lad, It’s when you're gone that I feel scared.” “You think - “T think he’s trying to get the men over to his side, and some on ’em hold with him.” Jack remained thoughtful for a few minutes. “Tt is only lightning, Bart. There'll be no storm. We can get what we want done in six hours at the longest, and he can do nothing in that time—he will do nothing in that time if you put a couple of bottles of rum within his reach.” Bart uttered a low, chuckling laugh. “That's what I have done,” he said. “Then we're safe enough. Where’s Dinny ?” “‘ Forward, along of Dick.” “Tell them to keep a sharp look-out while we’re gone, and to be on the watch for the boat.” Half an hour later, when the schooner was deemed to be near enough for the purpose, an anchor was lowered down, to take fast hold directly in the shallow bottom, a boat was lowered, into which Jack and Bart stepped, the former ship- ping the little rudder, and Bart stepping a short mast and hauling up a big sail, when the soft sea-breeze sent them gliding swiftly along. “ He was asleep in the cabin,” said Bart. ‘“ Soon be yonder if it holds like this Do you feel up to it, my lad, asif you could venter ?” “Yes,” said Jack, sternly. “ But it’s a wicked job, my lad, and more fit for men.” “ve thought all that out, Bart,” was thereply. “I know, It is my duty, and I shall doit. Are the pistols loaded 3” Gomicbooks