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“ You here, Miss Clare ?” he exclaimed. “ Alas, and I can * do nothing for you, as I am a prisoner.” “Ss “ Papa—have you seen him?” Mary anxiously inquired. _ _He answered no. A moment later he was led away, out of — sight in the darkness. Soon after captain Malo, with a ‘couple of men, confronted Mary. BE: _ You must go with us,” said he. .* Sheshuddered ; a thrill of terror went through her. “Go where ?” “ Never mind that. You will find out, in good time.” 3 So saying, he cauglit her by the arm, and, in spite of her pleadings to be permitted to walk alone, he maintained his — hold. Mary mustered all her resolution and fortitude; but — what could be expected of a poor girl in her situation— drenched through and through, fatigued and terrified. Com-— pletely broken down, sobs and tears escaped her. “You need not be afraid,” said Malo, roughly,“ we mean n0— harm.” _ They had walked about a mile, when they came to a large wagon, With a team of mules. This Mary was made to enter. Her conductors followed, — and away went the wagon, the wheels keeping up dismal creaking. Finally the vehicle was stopped near ‘the beach, where a_ boat lay in waiting. Into this boat Mary was conducted, her companions —— in-after her, and taking oars. A few pulls carried them toa low-hulled schooner, tying bout a quarter of'a mile from ‘the beach. Aboard this vessel.and down into the cabin, Maury ‘was then — led. She was made to enter a small, neatly-furnished apartmati 1 in which sat a young girl, apparently ‘about herown age. She — was a handsome brunette, with lurge, dark eyes, and hair of — the same color flowing down her shoulders. “ Nettie,” said Pein, are ‘is a companion for ‘you. Keep your eyes on her.” “ Ay, ay, father ;1 won'tiet heriehespesin,” answered the bra nette. E . * >= Be Cy. oe 2 ee Comicbooks:col