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96 COMMODORE JUNK. in one of the gloomiest parts, their horses began to snort and exhibit signs of fear, and as they drew up a voice shouted— “Here! Who's that? Help!” ‘Why, it be Mr. Humphrey,” said the old coachman ; and dismounting he gave his rein to his companion, and ran for- ward. ‘* What be wrong, zir?” “The captain. Much hurt,” was the reply. “T thought zo, zir. His horse comed home without him. He’s been throwed—or pulled off,” he added to himself. “Tt’s something worse, I’m afraid. Here, help me, and let’s get him home.” The old coachman lent his aid, and with some difficulty the captain was placed across one of the horses, the lieutenant mounting to hold him on and support him, while the two ser- vants followed slowly behind. “Pulled off?” whispered the groom. ‘‘Mebbe,” said the old coachman; and then to himself, ‘Looks bad for Mr. Humphrey ; and if he died, what should I zay to them as asked how I found ’em?” The old man walked slowly on for half an hour before he answered his mental question, and his answer was— ‘‘They’d make me dell ’em the truth, and it might bring Mr. Humphrey to the gallows; and if it did, it would be all through me.” GComichbooksneo