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S4 enough. They know he’s got dollars here, and they mean to have them.” « Well,” said the Sneezer, “ robbery is only a sort of exchange.” ‘Tt’s more than that,” said the Pantaloon. ‘But you are a dunder- headed fool. Hearken to that!” A cry of surprise. A sound of struggling. A shriek for help, and a fall. “Its done,” said the Pantaloon, clasp- ing his hands. ‘‘Oh, wrat a horrible life is this; and I have but three days to live!” “ You must not talk in that way,” said Sneezer, shaking terribly. ‘ It— it’s a—a—all in our trade; and you've got aw—a—a—away from our enemy.” “T have not,’ saidthe Pantaloon. “I feel that he is on my trail. I must die; “+ JACK AND HIS SEVEN FOES. but meanwhile I must live in such scenes as this. I'll not do it. do it—I must steal away to some lone place, and repent—”’ “Hush! le down!” hissed the Sneezer; “ they are coming back.”’ They both lay down, and feigned to beasleep. The others came in a moment afterwards, Makepeace Jibber foremost. He was engaged in wiping his bowie- knife upon his sleeve, and, glancing at the pair of supposed sleepers, said— “This last job is between us three. Whatever we find we share. Tcese two are not in it. : “T don't know that I[ oughtn’t to have fully half,” continued Jibber, slowly, ‘‘seeing that I’ve done more than half the work. But there, Ill not be mean. Share and share alike.” -— CHAPTER XXXII. THE NEXT. DAY-—-THE: PANTALOON MAKES A’ RESOLVE, AND .CARRIES THERE was no more sleep for anybody that night. After a few minutes, the Pantaloon and Sneezer awoke as naturally as they could, and a conversation on the future ensued, No reference was made to the hospi- tality of the owner of the hut. That subject was avoided, as well it might be. Stark and dead lay the poor fellow in the room where the three monsters in human form had slain him. Perhaps he cared little for life when he had lost all that was dear to him, but that does not lessen the atrocity of the deed. “JT don’t think we will stop here to breaktast,’”’ said the Swagegerer, just as the dawn became visible through the window. “Just as well not to trouble people— ahem !—too much,’’ said Makepeace Jibber. ‘'There’s a bit of table-land about a mile farther, where I vote we stop a bit.” The Sneezer and Pantaloon were sent forward to make a fire and prepare breakfast, Jibber describing a spot near a grove of trees which he thought was suitable. IT OUT. “What are they going to do?” _ asked the Pantaloon, as the pair left the hut. ‘Search the crib for the coin,”’ replied Sneezer, ‘and then burn it, I guess.” “And will they burn him, too?” asked the Pantaloon, shuddering. “You bet that’s their notion,” replied the Sneezer. | “ Awful!” was all the wretched old man said. With leaden steps he walked beside his companion until they reached the spot described by Jibber. ‘There was no difficulty in finding it. It lay on the summit of a slope, and commanded a view of the valley beneath. ‘We had better make the fire,” said Sneezer, pointing to a small hollow. “You can make it,’ replied the Pantaloon. ‘ I’ll have nothing more to do with them.”’ “ We shall see about that when they come up,’ said the Sneezer, surlily. “You always were a good hand in shirking work. Look here, I’m jiggered if I do it unless you help me.”’ “Then leave it alone,” was the Panta- loon’s answer. He sat down, resting his face on his hands, his elbows on his knees, and his I ean’t | Go NOOKS.E© AIG S mi: