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154 COMMODORE JUNK. impetus already given, the boat glided forward some distance and then grated upon a bed of sand. ! Bart shuddered slightly, but he was busy all the while arranging the sail ready for rapid hoisting ; and this done, he carried the grapnel out some fifteen or twenty yards from the bows and fixed it cautiously in the shore. He was about to return when a hand was laid upon his shoulder—a hand which seemed to come out of the black darkness. Bart snatched a pistol from his belt, and put it back with a grunt. “T didn’t know it was you,” he said, in a hoarse whisper. “Lightning seems to make it darker. Where away ?” “ Fifty yards south,” said Jack, quietly. ‘Then look here, my lad. I don’t want to disobey orders ; but I’m a man and youre only a 2 “Man,” said Jack, quietly. “Then you stop by the boat and i “ Bart !” ‘Nay, nay, let me speak, my lad. Let me say all I want. You can trust me. If Bart Wrigley says he'll do a thing for you, he'll do it if he’s got the strength and life in him. So let me do this, while you wait for me. Come, now, you will?” ‘No! Come with me. I must be there.” Bart drew in a deep breath, and muttered to himself as he listened to the peculiarly changed voice in which his companion spoke. | ‘You’re master,” he said ; “and I’m ready.” “Yes. Take my hand, and speak lower. There may be watchers about.” For answer Bart gripped his companion’s hand, and to- gether they walked for some distance along the hard sand, where the spray from the rollers swept up. Then turning EGomichbooksneo =