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BROUGHT TO BOOK. 81 and, as he spoke, the lesser of the two men drew his knife from its dagger-like sheath. “No, no, don’t do that. Give him a good ’un on the head. No knife.” ‘Yes, knife,” said the lesser of the two. ‘He’s had no mercy, and I'll have none. He's stunned, and won’t feel it.” “ Don’t do that, lad,” whispered the bigger man. “Ay, but I will,” said the other, hoarsely ; and, dropping on his knees, he seized the prostrate man by the ear, when the trembling wretch uttered a shriek of agony, making his assailants start away. ‘Did you do it, lad?” “Yes; Idoneit. Im satisfied now. Let’s go.” “ And leave him there?” “Why not? What mercy did he show? MHe was only shamming. Let him call for help now till someone comes.” The bigger man uttered a grunt and followed his companion as he mounted the steep side of the lane, while, faint, ex- hausted, and bleeding now, Captain James Armstrong sank back and fainted away. OHAPTER VL BROUGHT TO BOOK. “You dare not deny it,” cried Mary Dell, furiously, as she stood in the doorway of the cottage, facing her brother and Bart Wrigley, who attempted to escape, but were prevented by her barring the way of exit. Neither spoke, but they stood looking sullen and frowning like a couple of detected schoolboys. CONnnicGloOol<s =)