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“ Hark!’ until he found himself once more in the Broadway. He had not hurried himself, but simply sauntered along, undaunted by the peril he had recently escaped. It had indeed passed from his mind. So it fell out that he was in the Broadway just as the quartette who had so much reason to dread him appeared in it, with Sneezer acting as guide. There are many such strange meet- ings, as we may judge from our own lives. Chance, according to some, directs them, but in the view of others, Destiny guides our footsteps. But Jack saw them ere they suspected his presence, and drew into the shadow of a doorway. On they came, talking together a little boisterously, for drink was in their veins. Even the Pantaloon was “frisky,” and showed himself off in antics worthy of his stage namesake. “ Now which is the street?” asked the Swaggerer, pulling up within a few cealed. “The next on the right,” replied Sneezer. “Get along, then,” said the Panther, “although I don’t see what is to come of this prowling about.”’ “No more do I,” said the Pantalcon ; “let us go and have a drink somewhere. ‘*Fill up, my lads—come fill your glasses, And here’s a health to cll good lasses,” sung he. said. “You will wake everybody Deol and set them cursing the cats.”’ “T’ll howl where or when I like,” said the Pantaloon, defiantly. “Then howl there,’ returned the | JACK AND MIS SEVEN FOES. of, so he wandered hither and thither | — Wi the chest that laid him sprawling in the roadway. Lying on his back, with his legs and arms extended, he presented a suflici- ently ridiculous appearance to put his friends into fits of laughter, and they moved on, holding their sides with merriment. The Pantaloon sat up, rubbed his chest, and scowled after them. The lamps shone on his evil face, and he presented a perfect picture of a malevolent old man. “Laugh away,” he grunted, “ but perhaps I'll be even with you yet. Vd hike to have the chance of roasting you all. Id keep the fire up, and turn the spit slowly.” He soon rose, and gave himself a shaking, grumbling and muttering. As he was about to follow, a hand liehtly touched his shoulder. He turned, and stood face to face with Jack. Immediately his eyes appeared to start out of his head, his nostrils | dilated, and his mouth opened. yards of the spot where Jack was con- | Panther, dealing him a heavy blow in | ‘You know me,” said Jack, sternly. His lips moved, but he answered not. ‘“ Murderer,”’ said J ack, “I will call upon you next to answer for the crimés you committed on board the ‘ Albatross.’ I give you a week to repent. At the end of that time I will call for you.”’ “Oh, don’t howl here,” the Panther | He placed his finger upon the fore- head of the shrinking old man, as if setting a seal upon him, and then glided across the roadway and disappeared. The Pantaloon had long lived in terror, but the mortal dread that now came over him was ten times more deadly than aught he had known before. For a few moments he stood, with his hands clenched, and eyes staring ahead, and then, with broken feeble steps, followed in the wake of his friends. IORI OT t t + SBF EE ESTEE: CHAPTER XXX. ANOTHER SCARE FOR ANOTHER ROGUE—MAKEPEACE JIBBER ACTS AS A CONSOLER WITH EFFECT—THE WORK OF TERROR. > said the Swaggerer ; “who is that calling ¢ _ Pantaloon.” “But it is,” replied the Panther ; That can’t ma the | | “and that little tap I gave him seems i What to have brought on hoarseness. | now, old man?” ' 9) cs Stop, stop!”’ groaned the Panta- CORNICLO@C) (EO) 6S