The "Blacklisted" Cadet — page 41: what you’re looking at

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THE BAG OF SAND. The wan looked mad, blank, scvage. “Vou won't?” he hissed. 7 | In a pretty, imperious, positive way ‘Toimasine shook her head. “Just one thing: Stav here quietly as the ward of your uncle’s old partner till ! make you sich,’’ went on the man. ; ‘““Didn’t vou hear me ?”? ‘And just one thing more,’’ pursued the fellow verv auxiously. ‘‘Take me to the place that you was just telling this cadet about. ‘To the, place,’’ con- tinted the man, and his words came fluttering aud quick—‘‘to the place where you was sent by “Ward to get that bag of sand!’ The man pointed tothe bag onthe shelf as he spoke, and lis indicating finger trembled. The girl’s glance rau thither. Then her eyes met those of Clif. Her own flashed strangelv. At the samme moment it seemed, the idea just suggested to Clif had bene transferred, infused, to her mind. It was this: hat these intruders hada clearer inkling of Ward’s estate than themselves, and that the bag of sand had a sure, important bearing on the secret of liis wealth, if such reallv existed. The girl fixed a clear, steady look on the face of the last speaker, who evidenced deep suspense as to her reply to his last proposition. ‘You can’t be trusted, vou can’t tell the truth or deal lhonestly. I don’t deal with vou. I'll not stay here tnless I have to aud can’t help myself. Il never show you where J got that sand, if you keep me here till my dving day. There!’ “She means it!” ground out the man, and he looked as if he would like to strike her senseless. “Tf we don’t find that out——’’ hevean another. ‘We've got to! we will! we must!’ shouted the big fellow in a_ transport of rage and resolution. “Come, search: | YY | _ . Pi ‘a : «4, © ~~ at en ‘ a~ ‘ os A - ey Ks = ¥ eomicbooks. cow