CHAPTER IV.

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PRISONERS’ BASE.

Harry MErtToun gazed in amazement
at this unexpected apparition. Could he
have mistaken a cherry-stone for Walter’s
alley? It seemed impossible that he
could have done so. He had only eaten
seven cherries, and he had buried seven
cherry-stones; and yet what other expla-
nation could be given of so strange an
occurrence? One thing only was clear
to him. He must keep Walter’s marble
for the present. If he. now produced it,
further inquiries, difficult to answer, would