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\ A SRRIEK FROM MISS TRUNDLE. $9 “Lively, men, lively!” shouted Harmon, in seeing the monster appear soon after astern of them. “That rascal is still following us, and if-we don’t make haste, may yet suc- seed in reaching the girl !” The four strained every muscle, and, in a moment more, Minnie was rescued from her perilous situation. Weldon then kept the shark at bay with an oar, while Squint, Bolt and the parson were engaged in dislodging the boat from the reef This task being soon accomplished, the little craft was bailed out, and the party entered it. “Thanks, a thousand thanks, my friends!” cried Minnie, impulsively. “This is the second time,” she added, address- ing Squint and Weldon, “that you have saved my life!” “T's all owing to this young man that you were saved under the sarcumstances that have just passed !” cried Squint, putting a hand upor Harmon’s shoulder. “The shark would have nabbed you sure if it hadn’t been for him !” For the first time since her rescue, Minnie noticed the blood- stained arm of her preserves. He had hithertc kept it hidden . from her sight by means of his jacket, which he had fastened to his shoulder. The garment having fallen off, however, the wound was now fully exposed. “ You have suffered on my account !” she cried, in a quick, faltering voice, “you are badly hurt!” “Nay, my good young lady,” said the parson, as he pro- ceeded to fasten his white kerchief over the gash, “ it is merely a scratch. Do not be alarmed {” Squint entered into explanations, and Minnie’s eyes filled with tears. She was a girl of deep feeling, and, on learning that Harmon had wounded himself, and risked his life to save her, she could not prevent the emotions of sorrow and tender ness excited by his gallantry. . “Tt is nothing,” said he, noticing her anxiety. “As th. parson says, it is only a slight scratch. Nearly all trace of it Will have passed away in a couple of weeks.” At that instant all in the boat were startled by a piercing shriek from the direction of the beach. They rose quickly, and, glancing toward the shore, saw Miss Trundle, who had advanced to the ‘water's edge, wildly gesticulating with both arms.” - Ccormiclsoolks. con