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182 COMMODORE JUNK. CHAPTER XXI. THE BLACK SCHOONER. ComMopoRE JUNK’s schooner, with its enormous spars and sails, had been lying-to off the harbour of St. Geronimo one afternoon, where she had taken in a good store of fresh fruit for her cre w, while waiting the return of one of her officers who had been overland to Belize to pick up information that might be useful to the captain. Bart Wrigley was silent that calm, still evening for a long time after the captain had spoken, and then— ‘“‘Tt’s a mistake, my dear lad,” he said angrily. ‘‘ You do as you like, and [ll follow you through with it, and so will the men ; but I say it’s a mistake.” ‘And why?” asked the captain, coldly. ‘Are you afraid to meet the ship?” “Nay, I don’t know as I’m afraid,” said Bart ; ‘but where's the good? She’s twice stronger than we, and we shall get nothing but hard knocks.” | “ Do you think I should be so mad as to attack such a ship as that on equal terms?” “T dunno,” growled Bart. ‘‘May be. Where's the good vf fighting her at all?” “Why do I pursue so many vessels, and take such revenge as I do?” said the captain. ‘Do you think I’ve forgotten mine and my brother’s wrongs?” “No; you wouldn’t forget them,” said Bart, slowly ; “but you're going to run too much risk.” “Not too much to gain such sweet revenge, Bart,” said the captain, excitedly ; and the dark eyes which gazed at the rough, Gomichbooksnco