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performed sokwaitiy’ ; the cross + looking like two joan falling against each other. <= “You have witnessed,” said Malo, to his band. 4 “Ay, ay,” was answered. “ What is the cost of treason ?” “The traitor to be starved to death and his body ago < to the fishes!’ a “ Ay, ay, now!” cried Bend, “don’t talk about starvin’ to. : death, but jist give us some smuggled rum and res a we're both blasted hungry.” “2a : _“ Silence!” roared Malo. “Now, men, prove the new members !” At this 2 dozen of the fiercest looking fellows advanted= ‘ upon the two men, raising their cutlasses above them, as iff to cut them down, their eyes, in a concentrated focus of light, seeming to pierce them through. . -Wand returned their glances calmly ; as to Bend, he leaned back so far, laughing silently, that lite more than his a chin, pointing up at the ceiling, was visible, os “Tbat will do,” said Malo, satisfied with the manner in Which the twain withstood the ordeal. “ After tree days, you will be at liberty to leave.” = ag Wand bowed acquiescence. i= “And now for somethin’ to eat!” cried Bend, “that we may be sartin we are not to be starved to death.” Upon a pine table in the apartment some meat and ise = cuiis were laid for the new-comers, who, having an excellent appetite, after their late adventures, did full justice to the meal. — Ou the next night the masked man, Wilkins, entered the — cave. He started, on seeing Wand; then drew Malo asix v and conversed with him in a low voice.- nn Bend, who, at this time, was seated out of the visite sight, in an angle of the recky apartment, watched the oe apparently with much interest, a When he was gone, Malo said something to half a dozen of his men. me 7 They closed round Wand and Bend, and aenlennall em to a small apartment like a cell, locking the door upon them. | “ What means this?” Wand had inquired. “Don't know,” had been the rough answer—the only one voustantite: a | 2 ree ° : i <e - a - al wae ‘ Hcomicbooks. com sibel