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230 COMMODORE JUNK. before his eyes. He recovered himself for a moment, long enough to resent the hand stretched out to save him, and then all was blank, and with a hoarse sigh he would have fallen heavily but for the strong arms that caught him, held him firmly for a few moments, and then a faint catching sigh was heard in the stillness of the forest, as Humphrey Armstrong was lowered slowly upon the moss and a soft brown hand laid upon his forehead, as the buccaneer bent down upon one knee by his side. “Want me?” said a deep low voice; and the buccaneer started as if from a dream, with his face hardening, and the wrinkles which had been smoothed reappearing deeply in the broad forehead. “You here, Bart?” ‘© Ay, I’m here.” “Watching me?” “ Ay, watching of you.” The buccaneer rose and gave the interloper an angry look. “Well, why not?” said Bart. ‘ How did I know what he’d do?” ‘¢ And you've seen and heard all 1” “ Everything,” said Bart, coolly. “When I told you to be within hearing only if I whistled or called.” ‘ What’s the use of that when a blow or a stab would stop them both ?” | “ Bart, I ‘4 “Go on, I don’t mind,” said Bart, quietly, ‘‘I want to live, and if you was to come to harm that would be the end of me.” The buccaneer gave an impatient stamp, but Bart paid no heed. “ Give me a lift up and I'll carry him back,” he said quietly. All this was done, and Dinny summoned, so that when, an COMME OOOLKS