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THE PURSUIT. 91 for Mary made no sign, her voice proved her fidelity by its being heard some distance to their left. “Thin it’s all right,” said Dinny, excitedly. ‘ Ye’ve got friends waiting?” ‘Silence, I say!” cried Abel. “Sure, and I'll hold my pace, and good luck to ye, for I heard the boy’s spache, and maybe he has a boat waiting down by the wather.” “Will you be silent, man?” cried Abel, fiercely, as the bay- ing of the dogs increased. ‘ Bart, we must not go on, for it would be bringing the dogs upon someone else.” “ Not it,” said Dinny; “ye’ve plenty of time yet, maybe. Go along, me boys, and bad luck to the dogs, for they'll be disappointed afther all!” Abel gave a low, peculiar whistle like a sea-bird’s cry, and it was answered not twenty yards away. “ Here, quick !” came in the well-known voice ; “I’m here Jump ; never mind the mud!” They all jumped together, to find themselves in a miry place, where Mary was waiting. “This way,” she said. ‘I can guide you direct to the boat. Quick, or the dogs will be upon us !” ‘‘Well done, boy!” cried Dinny. “That’s good. I knew there was a boat.” _ ‘And now,” cried Abel, turning upon him, “ off with that pouch and belt.” “Certainly, sor,” replied Dinny, slipping off and handing his cartridge-bag. ‘‘ Now, back to your friends, and tell them we’re gone.” “My friends!” cried Dinny. “Sure, there isn’t a friend among them.” ‘Stop back, then, whoever they are.” “ But the dogs, sor!” COMnnicloOol<s =>