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120 “T can’t help that,” said Jacob, as he raised him up. ‘I’ve my orders to carry out. Ben, give me a hand with this sack of cowardice.” They took him out, and the crowd bore him away, howling wrathtuily, and his shrieks echoed in the ni ieht air. “ Perhaps I was wrong to trust them,” said Jack, on his return to. his own) place. “Tt was a mistake to let nae live, Master Jack,’’ said Jacob. a& pison-snake, we don’t paint his tail and let him go.”’ “You think he may be dangerous by-and-by ? ” “ He might be.” corerisk 1,7) said ‘Jack, 7° fothinkk JACK AND HIS SEVEN “Tf we find | he has had enough of me, and will not come in my way again.’ Slideaway, junior, did not suffer the extreme penalty of the law, nor did he leave Maple Mountain for some days. He was kept a prisoner for two or three days aiter the dead were buried. But one morning he was told to go. With his hat over his eyes, “and a limping gait, he sneaked through the place, followed by the derisive cheers of the peel aad THE Rag ey “ap and dispirited, the Bowie ONS d and ere they had reached the foot of the mountain they had instine- tively divided into two parties. One was composed of the remnant of . Makepeace Jibber’s followers, and the other of the Swaggerer, Panther, and ‘Sueezer. ‘Hold back,” said the Swaggerer, “softly; “we aig cut these fellows now.’ -- “J reckon they will not thank us for this,’’ replied the Panther. “What a horrible mess we’ve made of it!” ““T suppose that Slideaway Bunks sold us,’ said the Sneezer. ‘*Oh, scissors! what luck we have—atchew !”’ “Tt don’t matter much how it came about,” said the Swaggerer, gloomily, as he stopped running; “but I don’t think Bunks sold us. What gcod could there be in such a fool’s trick? He © but you and I nee not iene To FOES. TREE a ban Neer Reena RIE GRY ES a UK CRG at He ‘ Jacob stood at the door when he went by, and marked well the expression of his face. | Speala cing to Jack a little later on, he said — eee “T don’t think I should have spared the young viper. He’s got a powerful poison in him.” ‘You think so, Jacob,” said Jack; oD - i re ‘ = OM, . syria we ‘“T don’t fear it, Master Jack; but i. is well not to run unnecessary risks,” “They tattooed him, did they ? ” “‘ Deep—and something more.” “What is that?” a rey ve slit his ears for him,” said ““T tried to stop ‘em, nae they told me to dry up, as they felt bow nd to do something on their own account.” “He deserved as much,” said Jack, “and we will not quarrel with our friends on that score.” ‘7 wouldn’t have quarrelled with ’em if they had shot him like a wolf,” re- turned Jacob, “and I say it’s a pity they didn’t doit. He’s a cur, but dangerous. Mark me, Master Jack, we shall hear more ot him.” But Jack only smiled, and, saying it was late, retired to his room. Bs (09 (Oa tO a CO Ca tt tian CHAPTER XLYILI. SCATTERED BAND—A TERRIBLE TIME FOR ROGUES. : muddled it, that’sall. Listen, Panther, you ve good ears—are they coming ?”’ “No, they've stopped,” said the Panther, savagely, “and for the present we are safe—if we can keep clear of vhe Bowie Boys.” ‘“Jibber’s got his quietus. fall,” said the Swaggerer. ‘Good job, too,” said the Panther. “T was beginning to hate the fellow. Now, Swaggerer, we must do something, and what is it to be? ”’ ‘Make tracks for Nevada, and see 14 we can do anything in the silver mines.”’ ‘That's not a bad idea.” “t's no. use, said ‘the ‘We shall never get there.” ‘We are three together still,” rephed the Swaggerer, “and union is strenoth. While there’s life there’ s hope, and let us stick to each other.” IT saw him Sneezer. CORNIELAOO (C Ha(GO)