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thrust his neck a little too far above the wall of rock behind _ which they were creeping. a One of the party at that moment turned round. Bend do nate out of sight, but the man had, or fancied he had, seen x1 looking in the direction of the rocky wall. “Bad !’ muttered Wand. “We can not make an assault pepo the feilow for fear of alarming the others. Here he comes.” Bend, at this time, was about ten feet from his cap- , in a hollow of the rocks, and near the side of the cliff, which, at this point, was perpendicular.and dangerous. _ The young captain, who was watching him, saw him suc- enly fall, apparently headlong from his position ! eA moment later, along came the man, peering into the hol- eee. when, not seeing any person—Wand being screened be- hind a.rock—he rejoined his companions, evideutly believing pat his imagination had deceived him. Anxious on Bend’s account, Wand now crawled to the edge f the cliff and peered down. ‘or some moments he could see nothing but the masses nick vines, swaying against the rocky side. ee however, thrust out from the thick mass, a foot belo: him, the young man beheld the face of Bend. lr tiged trick, sir. I jist flopped myself head over heels, "iy by one of these ere vines, into the shrubberum.” o time. Those fellows are already twenty yards above us.” re. "Bend soon clambered to his captain's side. 2a minute the two men were cluse upon them, still, how- 1, carefully screened by a projecting rock, = smugglers had now reached the opening in the top of cliff, through which they descended, one by one. _- In about ten minutes afier the last man had vanished, Wand crept forward and peered into the opening. All was _ darkness, bet, thrusting down a hand, he ered that the ‘Pope was still left hanging. = “Til go first,” he whispered to Bend; “you had, perhaps, better remain here. _ * Beg purdin, sir; but I differ, I may be of sarvice, if I ee ee ee ge a ee ee acbody, as was evinced by his manner. He had halted, and — ait Well done, Bend,” whispered Wand ; “ but come, let us lose aes cComichooks:com , -y