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32 COMMODORE JUNK. “No,” she continued, ‘ you dare not deny it. You cowards —lying in wait for an unarmed man!” ‘Why, he’d got a sword and pistols,” cried Bart. “There!” shrieked Mary, triumphantly ; “ you have be- trayed yourself, Bart. Now perhaps my brave brother will confess that he lay in wait in the dark for an unarmed man, and helped to beat him nearly to death.” ‘¢-You’re a nice fellow to trust, Bart,” said Abel, looking at his companion. “ Betrayed yourself directly.” ‘ Couldn’t help it,” grumbled Bart. ‘She’s so sharp upon & man.” “You cowards!” cried Mary again. ‘Well, I don’t know about being cowards,” said Abel, sullenly. ‘He was mounted and had his weapons, and we had only two sticks.” “Then you confess it was you? Oh! what a villain to have for a brother !” ‘Here, don’t go on like that,” cried Abel. “See how he has served you.” “What is that to you?” cried Mary, fiercely. “If he jilted me and I forgive him, how dare you interfere?” “Phew!” whistled Bart to himself. “What a way she has!” “Why, any one would think you cared for him, Polly,” said Abel, staring, while Bart whistled softly again, and wiped the heavy dew from his forehead. ‘Care for him !—I hate him!” cried Mary, passionately : “but do you think I wanted my own brother to go and take counsel with his big vagabond companion ? “Phew !” whistled Bart again, softly, as he perspired now profusely, and wiped his forehead with his fur cap. ‘“ And then go and beat one of the king’s officers? But you'll both suffer for it. The constables will be here for you, and you'll both be punished.” Gomicbooksneo