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UNDER HIS THUMB. 79 CHAPTER XI. A THRILLING EXPERIENCE, “ve got you, you rascal!’’? exclaimed Clarence Blain, clinging tenaciously to the boy. Steve struggled furiously, but his -captor was stimulated by no ordinary impulse, and exercised a degree of strength of which he was ordinarily in- capable. “Stand still, or I will choke you!’’ he threatouelt seizing the lad’s throat. Steve realized that to struggle was but a waste of strength that he might use to some purpose if he but bided his time. He had dropped his lantern, and the slide had partly opened of itself. Young Blain quickly recovered the lantern, and in another instant had turned the full glare of the bull’s eye upon the boy’s pale face. “Ha! Steve Lawton!’’ he ejaculated. “Who said it wasn’t?” the youngster retorted, panting from his exertions. “What were you doing here at this time of night?’’ ‘IT came after something.”’ “What was it?’’ ‘““My business.”’ ‘Tell me.’”’ “Guess not. I was sent here by somebody that had a right to send me.” “My father?’’ Steve purposely hesitated, that young Blain might Eomichboo cS co mn