Commodore Junk — page 40: what you’re looking at

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BROUGHT TO BOOK. 33 “Not likely—eh, Bart?” said Abel, with a laugh. “No, lad,” growled that worthy. ‘Too dark.” “Don’t you be too sure,” cried Mary. ‘ You cowards! and if he dies”—there was a hysterical spasm here—‘if he dies, you'll both go to the gibbet and swing in chains!” Bart gave his whole body a writhe, as if he already felt the chains about him as he was being made into a scare-scamp. ** Didn't hit hard enough, and never touched his head,” he growled. “ And as for you,” cried Mary, turning upon him sharply, “never you look me in the face again. You are worse than Abel ; and I believe it was your mad, insolent jealousy set you persuading my foolish brother to help in this cowardly attack.” Bart tried to screw up his lips and whistle; but his jaw seemed to drop, and he only stared and shufiled behind his companion in misfortune. ‘“‘ Never mind what she says, Bart, lad,” said the latter ; ‘she'll thank us some day for half-killing as big a scamp as ever stepped.” “Thank you!” cried Mary, with her eyes flashing and her handsome face distorted, “‘I hope to see you both well punished, and y ‘Who's that coming?” said Abel, sharply, as steps were -heard approaching quickly. As Mary turned round to look, Abel caught sight of some- thing over her shoulder in the evening light which made him catch his companion by the arm. “Quick, Bart, lad!” he whispered ; “through her room and squeeze out of the window. The constables!” He opened the door of his sister’s little room, thrust his mate in, followed, and shut and bolted the door; but as he turned then to the window, a little strongly-made frame which Cc Gomilecbooks =)