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THE SMUGGLERS’ CAVERN, =| 11 “Blast me, if I ain’ Mare a mind to turn from smuggling . to piracy!” suid Captain Malo; “ might as well be hung fora sheep as adamb. Don’t know, though, but what smuggling pays the best.” © -“Ti certainly does, Your Jast speculation was a good one. : I hope you will be able to square accounts with me,’ z Et always pay my debts,” answered the captain, laughing, “especially to such a useful ally as yourself. My next ‘spec’ will be the rnuning of a heavy cargo of sugar up the Missis- sippi. Mind you keep your eye on me!” As he spoke, he deposited in the visitor’s hand a_ bag, the einking of whivh betrayed the nature of its contents, — Wil- kins received it with a sigh of satisfaction. | “ Now, then, how about that other business? Did you try =———- nemes == “Ay, ay. I sounded him, carefully at first, getting bolder as I proeceded.” . “The result ?” = “ Well, at first he seemed the pink of honesty, etc., do you - see, but thinking I could detect through all this, by the Sparkie of the young fellow’s eye— By the way, he was a = blasted fine-looking chap, and has a wonderfully penetrating sort of eye, which seems to go right through you, and—" = “Confound it, man!” exclaimed the other, impatiently— — = “never mind about his eye, but proceed.” “ Well, then, seeiyg he kind of admired the free, jovial smuggler life, I kept on, ead finally I actually won from him a half consent to join us.” ae “Good! Ho! ho! Mr. Harry Wand.” The conversation was continued, == Finally Wilkins rose to leave. _. Men,’ shouted Captain Malo, to the rough band ranged about the benches,“ three cheers for the man who helps us . under double colors !” = From the benches the whole band sprung simultaneously, cheering until the roof of the cavern rung! “ Death to the traitor who should betray him !” _ Three morecheers. The swarthy Spaniards crossed knives, the Mexicans showed their teeth, the Americans turned their heads sideways, the Englishmen growled like bull-dogs. comichooksscom