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36 COMMODORE JUNK. The men obeyed, two going to each leg; and though Bart gave three or four vigorous kicks, his captors were not dis- lodged. “Now,” said the head constable, as the kicking legs became quiescent, ‘all together!” There was a sharp jerk, and Bart’s body was snatched out of the imprisoning frame so suddenly that five men went down on the floor together; while the first to rise was Bart, who kicked himself free, made for the door in spite of a pistol levelled by the head constable, and passed through. “Come on, Abel!” he shouted as he went. Abel made a dash to follow, but he only struck his face against the muzzle of a pistol, and the head constable held on. There was a rush after Bart, but it was needless, for the great stolid fellow had seen the state of affairs, and come back. * All right, Abel, lad,” he growled; ‘I won’t leave you in the lurch. What’s it mean—lock-up ?” “Yes, my lad ; charge of attempted murder and robbery,” sald the head constable. “Took all the skin off my hips and ribs,” growled Bart, rubbing himself softly. “You'll have plenty of time to get well before your trial,” said the constable, smiling. ‘ Are you ready ?” This last to Abel, who was gazing fiercely at his sister, who met his angry eyes with an imploring look. ‘¢ And my own sister, too, Bart,” he said, bitterly. ‘ We fought for her, lad, and she gave information to the police.” “No, no, no, Abel!” cried Mary, running to him to fling her arms about his neck; but he gave her a rough thrust which sent her staggering back, and her countenance changed on the instant, for her eyes flashed vindictively, and she stood before him with folded arms. Gomicbooks