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"Run! Run!" whispered Mr Shrig's voice behind him "Ve can do it now,

--run!"

"No!" panted Barnabas, wiping the blood froain, "there's a place I knows on close by--ve can

reach it in a jiff--this vay,--run!"

"No!"

"Not run? then v'ot vill ye do?"

"Make the passage roared

with the din of conflict, as their assailants rushed again, were

checked, s before the

thrust of the nobbly stick and the swing of the heavy bludgeon

"Now vill ye run?" panted Mr Shrig, straightening the broad-bri irew only the blacker, his lips but curled

the fiercer, and his fingers tightened their grip upon the bludgeon

as, alone now, he fronted those who relance towards a certain spot, he espied sole of the wall, and, instinctively stooping, he