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haste. I reckon I can tire that yellow fellow out after a
time.”

Then seating himself, with the revolver resting on the
sill of the window in order that he might take the better
aim, Ben remained with his eyes fixed upon the spot where
the mutineer was sheltered, watching for the slightest
portion of his body which would serve as a target.

It was tedious work; but neglect of it even for a single
instant might mean death, and, under such circumstances,
one is very likely to keep a keen lookout.

When twenty minutes had elapsed a light step was
heard approaching the pantry door, and, without turning
his head, Ben knew that the girl whom he loved was
approaching.

“May I come in?” she asked, in a low tone.

«You may look through the door, but don’t venture any
further.”

_ “What are you doing?” she asked, after gaining a
good idea of the condition of affairs by seeing his position
of extreme watchfulness.

“Trying to wing that yellow villain who is sheltered
by the foremast, and waiting for a shot at me as anxiously
as I am for one at him.”

“What was the result of the firing I heard a short
time ago?”

“Bart has got a ball in his knee, and the coolie’s
shoulder must be splintered considerably,” Ben replied,
grimly. “They have crawled out of sight, one behind
the water-casks, and the other among: the cables. We