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ed my axe-handle from the floor and dashed out after the robbers. The five men were with the boat at the water's edge. Two were sitting at the oars in readiness, two were on the beach raising Jake's trunk to the fifth man who was standing in the stern of the boat. I sprang upon them. I hit one, with a sickening crash, over the head. He let go his hold of the trunk and toppled limply against the side of the boat, as the trunk splashed into the shallow water. I staggered with the impetus, and from the impact of my blow let my club drop from my jarred hand. Before I could recover, the big man,--who had been helping to raise the trunk,--bore down on me. He caught me by the throat in a horrible grip, and tried to press me backward; but, with a short-arm blow, I smashed him over the mouth with telling force, cutting my knuckles in a splutter of blood and broken teeth. His grip loosened. He shouted to his fellows for assistance as he sprang at me once more. But, somewhere in the darkness behind me, a pistol-shot rang out and the big man staggered, letting out a howl of pain, as his arm dropped limp to his side. He darted for the boat and threw himself into it, seized a spare oar and pushed off frantically. "Pull,--pull like hell," he yelled. They needed no second bidding, for they shot out into the Bay as if a thousand devils were after them. I turned to ascertain who my deliverer could be; and there, on the beach, only a few yards away, stood Mary Grant with a serviceable-looking revolver held firmly in her right hand. "What? You! Mary,--Mary," I cried in an agony of thought at the awful risk she had run. "Are you all right, George?" she inquired anxiously. "Right as rain," I answered, hurrying to her side. "Did they get Jake's trunk away?" "No! The low thieves! It is lying there in the water. Do you think you could help me up with it?" She caught up the trunk at one end, while I took the other. And we carried it back between us to Jake's cabin. Poor old Jake! I could hardly smother a smile as I saw the dejected figure he presented. His grey hair was drooping over his forehead, every line in his face showed a droop, and his long, white moustache drooped like the tusks of a walrus, or like the American comic journals' representations of the whiskers of ancient and fossilised members of the British peerage. He was sitting bound, as the robbers had left him. I cut him free a
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