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92 COMMODORE JUNK. “Curse the dogs. Back, I say!” “ But, sor, they’re the most savage of bastes. They won’t listen to anny explanation, but pull a man down before he has time to say, Heaven presarve us!” “Silence, and go!” “‘ Nay, sor, ye’ll tak’ me wid ye, now? Quick! ye’re losing time.” “Let him come, Abel,” whispered Mary. “That’s well spoken, young sor. And if we’re to have whole shkins, let’s be getting on.” The advice was excellent, for the sounds of pursuit were close at hand, and the dogs were baying as if they heard as well as scented their prey. “ All’s ready,” whispered Mary. “TI heard the shots, and knew you were coming. Abel, your hand. Join hands all.” Abel caught at that of his sister, at the same time extending his own, which was taken by Bart, and he in turn, almost in- voluntarily, held out his to Dinny. In this order they passed rapidly through the jungle, along a beaten track formed by the animals which frequented the place, and one which during her long, patient watches had become perfectly familiar to Mary Dell, who threaded it with ease. It was one wild excitement, for the dogs were now growing furious. The scent was hot for them, and ere the fleeing party had reached the creek the fierce brutes had gained the edge of the jungle, through which they dragged their keepers, who mingled words of encouragement with oaths and curses as they were brought into contact with the tangled growth. But all the same the hunt was hot, and in spite of Mary’s foresight and the manner in which she guided her friends, the dogs were nearly upon them as the boat was reached. “Tn first,” whispered Abel ; but Mary protested and would EComichbooksneo =>