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49 COMMODORE JUNK. “And I stay here!” she said, passionately. ‘Let them think what they will, I'll try and save them, for they must be in prison now.” Mary was quite right ; for as night fell Abel Dell and Bart his companion were partaking of a very frugal meal, and made uncomfortable by the fact that it was not good, and that they —men free to come and go on sea and land—vwere now safely caged behind a massive iron grill. “Well,” said Bart at last, “I’m only sorry for one thing now.” “What's that—Mary being so base ?” ‘Nay, I’m sorry for that,” replied Bart; “but what I meant was that I didn’t give the captain one hard un on the head.” CHAPTER VII. GATHERING CLOUDS. In spite of the declaration made by Captain Armstrong that he had identified his assailants by their heights, voices, and— dark as was the night—their features, Abel refused to be con- vinced. He had taken it into his head that Mary had denounced them to her former lover, and at each examination before the Old Devon magistrates he had sullenly turned away from the poor girl, who sat gazing imploringly at the dock, and hunger- ing for a look in return. The captain was not much hurt; that is to say, no bones were broken. Pain he had suffered to a little extent, for there was an ugly slit in one ear, but he was not in such a condition as to necessitate his limping into court, supported by a couple Gomilicbooksnco