The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 1 — page 71: what you’re looking at

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<2 THE BUNKEL MYSTERY. 71 “Are you much hurt, Andy ?’’ she asked, with no little sympathy in her tones and looks. ‘Not much, I think. The blood makes a good deal of show ; and I may have a pair of black eyes tomorrow, for that fellow hits hard, and is used to this sort of thing.’’ ‘* But you hit harder than he did, Andy, expression on her face. ‘““When I got him against the washboard, he couldn’t handle himself. I planned to get him pinched into that positton, and that was where I got the advantage,’’ replied Andy. ‘““T am ever so much obliged to you for what you have we I am sure there is not another young man in Montoban who would have Foupitk such a battle for me, or for any other young lady,’’ added Di, blushing, and modify- ing her statement so that it should not be so closely applicable to herself. ‘“T never was in a fight before, and I never shall be again, if I can help 5 Se / ‘Tf I had thought it would have been such a serious matter, I would not have had you engage in it for the world.”’ ‘‘T did not see any way to avoid it.’’ ‘T might have submitted,’’ suggested D1. ‘Submitted to what ?’’ asked Andy, looking her in the face. “‘T mean that I might have let him use the boat,’’ she replied, with another crimson flush. “T am afraid I should not have had the courage to fight for the boat ; I was afraid he would subject you to insult, and even violence, for I heard him threaten to bat you,’’ Andy explained. ‘“' He is a bad fellow.’’ ‘“T know he is; and I had my doubts about taking him into the boat. [| would not do it till ti said he should be drowned.’’ By this time the Diana with her tow was within fifty feet of the shore of Bunkel Island. Andy slowly hauled in the main sheet as he put the helm down, until he had brought the raft within a couple of rods of the land. ‘Now, Miss Singerlay, if you will take the tiller, I will rid you of your troublesome companion,’’ said Andy, rising from his seat. “Do you mean yourself, Andy?’’ asked Di, keeping her seat. ‘“T meant Tom Sawder,’’ replied Andy, laughing; ‘‘ but if you find me a troublesome, companion, I am willing to leave you, though I don’t care about landing on the same island with Tom.” | “T did not think that I had any companion but you; and I kept my seat because I did not mean to let you leave me,’’ said Di, with another blush. ‘But I understand you now, and I will take the tiller.’’ As Andy vacated his seat for her, he glanced at the shore. A movement there excited his attention. He continued to look, but he could not detect any motion. He was almost sure that he had seen a man pass from behind a stunted savin to the shelter of a mass of rocks. No one lived on the island, and hardly ever did any one land there. ‘‘T am almost certain that I saw a man on the island,’’ said Andy, as he went to the cleat at which the painter of the raft was secured. d>* added Di, with a triumphant 9 COMmMicaoolks 3