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"Sheer off, there!" roared Courtenay again "Next time I shoot to

kill!"-With terror in their eyes, with blanched cheeks, they rushed to the

door and peeped out Courtenay was not to be seen, but the officer of

the watch inging hie

He disappeared Joey, barking furiously, trotted into view and ran

back again Creeping forward, they saw the stolid sailor within the

chart-house squint at the co Yet another tih the

curvingthey could discern Courtenay, holding a revolver in his

right hand, but behind his back

Even in their alar very terrible would

happen now But why had the shot been fired, and what had given that

tense ring to Courtenay's threat?

Venturing a little further, they gained the bridge On theway beneath, near an open hatch, a half-caste Chilean was lying

on his back He had evidently been wounded Blood was flowing fro; it smeared the white deck The officer who had cli two other men how to lift