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258 COMMODORE JUNK. It is a proof, though you do not know it, that the gap between us grows less. Some day, Captain Armstrong, you will take my hand, We shall be friends,” Humphrey remained silent as the buccaneer left the chamber, and, once more alone, the prisoner asked himself if this was true—that he had bidden farewell to civilisation for ever, and this was to be his home, this strange compound of savage fierceness and gentle friendliness his companion to the end? CHAPTER XXIX THE ASSASSINS. Humpusrey ArmstroneG walked on blindly farther and farther into the forest, for he was moved more deeply than ever he had been moved before. The presence of this man was hateful to him, and yet he seemed to possess an influence that was inexplicable ; and his soft deep tones, which alternated with his harsher utterances, rang in his ears now he was away. “Good heavens!” he cried at last, as he nearly struck against one of the stone images which stood out almost as grey and green as the trees around, “ what an end to an oflicer’s career—the lieutenant of a wretched pirate king! New nation! Bah ! what madness !” “ Captivity has unmanned me,” he said to himself, as he sat down upon a mossy fragment of stone in the silent forest path, and the utter silence and calm seemed refreshing. He sat thus for some time, with his head resting upon his hand, gazing back along the narrow path, when, to his horror, just coming into view, he saw the figure of the buccaneer Gomichbooksnceo