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ON THE QUI VIVE. 289 being thrated as a thraitor. Will ye thrust to me, and I'll find a place?” “Trust you? yes,” said Humphrey ; “ but what do you pro- pose doing ?” “ Doig, sor? Hoiding till we can find a chansh of getting away.” ‘Where will you hide?” “ Ye said ye'd thrust me, sor,” whispered Dinny. ‘Come on.” CHAPTER XXXIII. ON THE QUI VIVE. THE buccaneer had sought the ruined temple that evening in lowness of spirit and utter despondency. The old daring spirit seemed to be departing, and supremacy over the men passing rapidly away, and he knew how they talked among themselves, consequent upon Mazzard’s teaching, of the growing weakness of their commander. “And they’re right,” he said, bitterly. ‘Iam losing power and strength, and growing more and more into the pitiful, weak creature they say. And yet how I have tried !” He sprang to his feet, for at that moment there was the reflection of a flash which lit up the interior of the old temple, showing the weird figures sitting round as if watching him in his despondent mood. It was but momentary, and then came a crash as if heaven and earth had come together, followed by a long, muttering roar as the thunder of the explosion died away. The minute before the buccaneer had been inert, despondent 8 CONnnicGloOol<s