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18 COMMODORE JUNK. Abel struggling on the ground, with Bart holding him, and the overseer drawing a pistol from his breast. “ Lie still!” whispered Bart. “It was not at Mary.” Then aloud— ‘Quick, here! water! He’s in a fit.” As Abel grasped his friend’s thoughts he lay back, struggling faintly, and then half closed his eyes and was quite still. ‘‘ Tt’s the sun, sir,” said Bart, as the overseer thrust back his pistol and came up. ‘“ Hadn’t we better get him back to the lines ?” “Yes,” said the overseer. ‘ Poor devil! No, no! Back, back!” he roared, signalling with his hands as a sergeant’s guard came along at the double. ‘‘ Nothing wrong. Only a man sick, and Dinny Kelly here had a shot at an alligator.” ‘An’ I should have hit him, sor, if he hadn’t shouted. But think o’ that, now! The sun lights gentleman’s cigar one minute, and shtrikes a man down the next. But it’s better than the yaller fayver, anyhow.” Five days had passed, and the prisoners were not sent again to the clearing, while, in spite of every effort, they found that their chances of eluding the guard set over them by night were small indeed. Fettered by day, they were doubly chained by night. ‘The building where they slept was strongly secured and guarded, and in spite of the newness of the settlement it was well chosen for its purpose, and stronger even than the prisoners thought. “We shall never get away by night, Bart,” said Abel, 1) gloomily, ‘“‘ unless He stopped and gazed meaningly at his companion. “The knife?” responded Bart. ‘No, lad, we won’t do that. I shouldn’t like to go to Mary wet with blood,” Gomichbooksneo —)