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Continued from Second Page. wel£ Wing sodden witfi drink. Tarsus, 1 felt sure, could defend bimsdf against half ft dozen such men as he, ana timid as his friends might be it was not likely that they would stand aside and make no effort to aid him. I had no fear for him, but rather a savage exultation in the belief that he would thrash his enemies and punish them according to their deserts. It occurred to me that he had discovered Drigo's treachery and was now giving him a lesson not to be forgotten, and with a burning desire to hear hM howling for mercy I ran across the road and put my

I ran across the road and put my ear to the door. The fight was over already. I could hear no sound save a faint wfiispering'and occasionally the shuffling of feet, aud even these indications of movement within ceased after awhile, leading me to believe that the whole party had retired into the room behind the bar. I could not make it out. There was no swearing, no altered tion, nothing but silence. It was the strangest way of concluding a fight or a quarrel that I had ever heard. What did it mean? Had Taras killed Drigo by some terrible blow of that strong arm and were they all silenced by the fear of alarming the police? That seemed to me the most plausible explanation. 1 betook myself hurriedly to the dark archway as I heard a grating of the lock in the side door of the Joy, and almost immediately afterward I saw the three escaped friends of Taras come up from Ferryboat lane. I recognized all three as they passed the archway. They walked in haste. I thought then that they might be in search of a doctor, out they never returned. After

I a time I ventured down tho alley. There jiwas no light to be seen through the fanlight of the side door, and all was silent as *s the night. I hung about the place in vague ^.perplexity, unable to leave it, expecting ev--:r-ery minute some further development of v! the mystery..

V. At 7 o'clock, when It was broad daylight,

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the front door of $he Mariner's Joy opened, and Putty came out and took down the utters. He had not a scratch on his face. ff^lfWhilo he was thus engaged Drigo ap peared, and ho also showed no sign of having been in tho fight. He spoke to Putt and then walked off along Sweet Apple

Jane. Putty went in and reappeared, sweepI' ing away tho fragments of broken glass. Then for the first time terrible fear that

Taras had been killed in the fight took hold of me aud shook mo like an ague. But I did not know what to do. I was like owe y''" paralysed—iucapablo of action. I never thought of going to the police. What use if Taras was dead? Resides, from the earliest days of my recollection,% had regarded tho police aft my natural enemy—the enemy of all outcasts atkl homeless wretches like

Hut after a time I caught sight of Drigo returning down Sweet Apple lane with a loaf under his arm and other provisions in his hands. Then dexporato with tbis newborn ftyir, 1 stepped into the fbad from the doorway where I had been crouching and stopped hi in, "Where is ho—the big nuui with the fair beard!*" 1 asked. "Why," said he iu his broken English, And with a grin on his hateful face, but not a sign of embarrassment or surprise, "he went away with his friends hours ago." "That's a lie," said Is "only three men have come out of the Joy iu the night, and those are tho three who went into it with you and the mnn with the fair beard." "I won't contradict a lady, but if he didn't go away with his friends he is in the .house now, and if you'are still in doubt t/ou had belter comc in and &

The words I have underlined he whispered with such a fiendish grin that there was no mistaking his meaning If he had •aid plainly. "Come in an 1 si the same fate as the man wii'i the fair beard," the threat would not have betn mort obvious. "Will you come, Benutj he added with a sneer.

I made no reply, and he went on to the Joy with a derisive chuckle. It was not the fear of death that made a coward of me my life was too wretched and hopeless to he cherished. It was just the dread of personal violence and physical Buffering that's &1L But iu tho course of the morning I grew apathetic under the sense of weariness aud dejection. "If the man with the fair beard is killed," I said to myself, "1 may as well be killed, too, and be done with it for good and nil"

And with this thought I crossed the lane and pushed open the swing door of the Joy.

CHAPTER ia A STRANGK VOICE.

There was no one in tho bar of tlie Joy, but I heard the low murmur of voices in the room beyond so my courage holding out I went behind the bar counter, right up to the open door, and looked in. The shutters were still closed, but by the light that came in through the bar windows I saw Drigo and Putty sitting face to face at the dirty table, with pipes in their mouths and ft can of drink between them, playing cards. The air was thick with smoke, but it was dear enough that no one, dead or alive, was in the room but those two.

Without looking at me Putty, sorting his cards, asked me what I wanted, embellishing the question with a few foul words. His calmness astonished me. *1 want to «e the fair man," said suddenly. "Tltenyoa'H have to wait till heoomes back." "H$ ain't gone out, and you know it. I ain't took my eyeaoff the door since he oame In this mocxdng at half past a." "Oh, vtary w«IL If he isn't gone out*i tottNl battw took sbemi hmand Mm

Two for his bloomin hob," he added, addressing Drigo as he turned up a card. On the ground floor there were but those two rooms—the bar and the parlor. To find Taras I must look in the rooms above. My retreat vould be cut off.if I went up stairs, and if Taras was murdered and lying there I knew well enough that I should never be allowed to tell the tale. But I took Putty at his word without hesitation, and prepared' for the worst made my way down the side passage to the stairs, and after assuring myself that the cupboard under the stairs was empty, save for a little coal piled in one corner, and that the passage itself contained nothing, I went up to the story above with a faltering step, quaking with the double terror of finding Taras dead and of heating the stairs behind me creak under the pursuing feet of his murderers. I passed from room to room, laying my hand against the wall for support, myieart ceasing to beatwhenever a rotten boardjoeaked under my foot. jf' $

The three rooms that composed the flat were absolutely empty there was nothing above but the cockloft. To reach that 1 had to ascend a ladder and creep through the trapdoor. But I did it, though I expected never to come down again.

The loft was empty and thick with the unstirred dust of years. I descended the ladder and went downstairs, too bewildered by this mystery to reason lipon it. The two men were still playing in the den behind the bar, they had not troubled themselves to follow ma "Well, ha' you found him?" Putty called out, bearing my ptep. "He ain't there," I answered stupidly. "Preaps he's made o' glass, as you didn't see him along of his friends and can't see him nowheres about the house." "I wouldn't give him up," sneered Drigo. "Come and, sit down with us till he comes back, "p ,-||s| "Oh, if you're' ^goln to stay, you ken give the bar a bit of a clean up. "There's all them pots"— Putty broke off short as if he had received some silent admonition from Drigo.

I went behind the counter and began to put it in order mechanically, for my thoughts were now occupied in solving the mystery of this disappearance, I asked myself if at any time during my watch I had given away to fatigue and dozed. No I had sat down only for a few minutes, and certainly I had not lost consciousness then. I felt that it was an impossibility for Taras to have passed me without my perceiving him. Had they thrown his body in the river? Noi In the silence of the night 1 should have heard the door in Ferryboat alley open a second time as I had heard it the first, nor could a heavy body have been carried down the alley without the scuffling of feet being audible. Besides, the risk was one which Putty, I knew, had not the courage to run. And their composure now was not consistent with their having done a dangerous deed, though Drigo might very well have counseled Putty to assume indifference in order to avert suspicion which might have led me to communicate with the police.

The most reasonable conjecture I could form was that Taras had actually left the Joy with his friends and had turned down to the water instead of accompanying them into Sweet Apple lane. He might have ordered the waterman to return, and so got away. If this were really the case, he might return as Drigo had intended—not that his word was to be taken in earnest his whole tone was ironical and indicative of double meaning. But the hope that Taras still lived and might return put new life into me, and I went about my work behind the bar with such alucrity that I think the men inside conceived I was trying to make amends for my misbehavior. At any rate, after along silence, in which they cast furtive glances at me every now and then, their suspicion relaxed, and they entered heartily into a dispute over some trick which one had played with the cards while the other was not watching, and this led to their devoting more attention to their game

I had a row of washed glasses on the bar and was standing in front of the parlor door wiping them when my sense of hear ing gradually took recognition of a sound which did not come from the men at my back. The silence of my occupation al lowed, me to listen and yet continue work ing. The sound was very faint. Its regularity attracted my attention. One does not notice the single chirp of a sparrow, but if the chirping is continued persistently for any length of time it never fails to excite attention. It was just the same with this sound, which I noticed after awhile occurred in this way, with regular intervals between: "Tap, tap, tap—tap, top—tap, tap—tap, tap—tap, tap—tap," and so on over and over again.

I looked rotind the bar for an explariii tion. I saw no vibrating bottle on the shelves such as the sound seemed to indi cate. There was no wind to shake the yellow curtain against the front window.* It seemed to come from the old disused beer engine before me, and I touched one of the handles to see if it was loose. The rattle it made under my hand was answered almost immediately by a similar rattle, and then the engine itself seemed to be whispering with a human voice.

The glass nearly slipped from my hand, but 1 recovered my presence of mind in an instant and went on polishing tho glasses till anew dispute arose within over a false cut Then I touched the handle again, and again the rattle was echoed by another, and as I strained my ears I heard the whispering sound once more. The engine was articulating words, but so faintly that 1 caught but the last three, and they were.——•for God's sake!"

My hair seemed to crisp up on my head as 1 listened. The voice was awful to my ignorant, superstitious mind. I thought the dead was speaking to me. Then on a midden my reason suggested a natural explanation of the mystery—the voice came through the pipes from the cellar.

I had not before thought of the cellar, for the simple reason that I had forgotten its existence. Five years before it had been dosed, for a motive which I shall presently explain, and since that time no one had entered it. The beer was no longer drawn from the cellar, but from the casks set up behind the bar, and the trap betwee the entrance and the bar, through which he casks used to be let down Into the cei ur, had been screwed down and formed port of the floor over which we walked daily.

Now I recollected that the carpenter had been in the Joy the day before and had doubtless withdrawn the screws and made the flap practicable for descent. Even now, as I glanced at the floor, I failed to see any difference in its appeartutoe or any sign of the trap having been moved. The sand with which the flocr was strewn had been carefully rubbed into the cracks so as to eomplei^eo&ceai tin opening. But Taras was down there—I felt sure of that—and as if to confirm it the tapping reoom menoed. •Tap, tap, tap—tap, tap-tap—tap, tap. tftg-tep. tap-tap." ,?

But now the sounds seexns to my exdted Imagination terribly loud, causing every muscle In my body to oontxact with the dMrtotJtgfoghessd Ig Ptt&orttesotek-

er witted Drigo. What signal could linake to let Taras know that I had heard him and that he was to cease tapping the pipe? It occurred to me that if I could hear his voice through the pipe he could hear mine, but I dared not approach my lips to the engine, and still less answer the whisper, for the machine was in full view of the men in the parlor. The tapping continued—still more audibly it seemed to me. I must stop it, even if I killed every hope I had raised, by replying to his signal with the handle. Going close to the engine and laying my hand on the handle to pull it down and open the valves, if it would, I said in a ioud voice: "I'm done now, bloke, and I'm a-goin. Will you give me something for a bit of grub? I ain't eat notbin today."

He had some coppers on the table that were won from Drigo, and he threw a few on the floor with some brutal words, picked them up without a reply, but as I turned to go I had the gumption to Bay in amoodytoae: "I shall kum after dinner and see if he's back—that fellow with the beard. He's took my fancy awfuL"

I went out with the fierce determination to keep the spirit of that promise. 1 would see Taras, but by means they little dreamed of for all their villainous craft,

CHAPTER IV. THE ESCAPE..

I knew more about the Mariner's Joy than was known to Putty. Years before he took the house I earned my living there, doing a drudge's work and running on errands when I was a mere child. Fly Jigger had it then that was before improvements ruined the neighborhood. The houses in Sweet Apple-lane, now mostly untenanted, were crowded with tenants, and the Joy was a favorite "house of call" for all sorts of bad characters who lived there: and for the men employed in Baxter's wharf, which was then one of the btisiest stores for dry salting on this side of the river.

Fl^ Jigger did well by legitimate trade, but he made still more money by dishonest •means and principally by plundering Baxter's wharf. For this purpose he and his crew had made a passage under the foreshore, opening at one end into the cellar of the Joy and at the other end into the cellar of the wharf. This passage was called the tub run, because, to prevent the sides falling in, it was lined with casks with their heads removed and set end to end. As soon as the house was dosed at night Fly Jigger and his mates would set to work, going through the tub run into Baxter's wharf and returning with goods from the storerooms. I have seen them bring out as many as 50 hams in a night.

The secret was never found out, but when the trade went from Baxter's and the wharf was cleared out and closed the run was no longer of any service. The wharf watchman, who had been a party to these robberies, took care to close and conceal the cellar opening, and Fly Jigger masked the opening on his side with a flagstone and a barrow load of rubbish, which, trodden down, presented no difference from the rest of the unpaved floor. Previous to that, to keep the brewers out of the cellar, he had removed the beer barrels, which thenceforth he kept set up behind the bar, saying that it was more fair and squarelike for the customers to see their beer drawn from the wood than through the engine from the deuce knows where.

The closing of Baxter's wharf was a sad blow to him, but a worse came soon after, for being of a too active disposition he took to smuggling tobacco and rum from incoming ships, and being discovered by else was sent to prison, and the Joy its license. The brewers obtained a fnirii license to sell i»eer and put Putty in manage the house. When he came, spring tides had flooded the cellar, and seeing that it was of no use he had the tra screwed down to save the expense of putting new hinges on it. Since then, as I hav said, no one had ever gone down into tb' cellar.

With these recollections crowding m. mind and the means they suggested of dr livering Taras filling my heart with a wil delight, I hurried down Ferryboat alley and after looking about carefully to maki sure that no one was observing me I wedged myself through the ventilating hole ami dropped into the wharf cellar. I knew ex actly where the opening existed, having taken part myself in some of the old ma-' rauding expeditions, ?nd dropping down upon my hands and knees I brushed the dirt away from the stone that covered the hole. There was not enough light to see It, but I could trace the outline plainly enough wi,th ray fingers.

But how was I to\ raise the heavy flag? There was no ring or anything to catcii bold of, and I knew that if I worked awav the rubbish .sufficiently to get my ham' underneath I should still be unable to Jif' it. I must have something to pry it up with. A bar of iron would do. It struck me that I might find what I needed among the old iron in Johnson's yard. If I had thought of that beforehand, I might have brought it in with me, but I was too impatient of delay, too eager to begin, to waste time in regrets.

Clambering up to the ventilator, I looked out. Some boys were playing on the shore. I dared not show myself while they were there. It seemed to me that they would never weary of throwing stones into the water, but at length they gave it up and went away. Then I slipped out, and pretending to be looking for odds and ends on the shore made my way up to Johnson's yard and got in through a gap in the paling. It didn't take long to find what 1 wanted—a broken stoking iron looked to me just the thing. Asking myself if there was anything else I should need, it occurred to me that a candle would be necessary, the cellar of the Joy being even darker than the wharf cellar. The of the yard opened into Sweet Apple lane, and as they closed imperfectly I was just able to squeeze through—thanks to being a

^$ben I had bought a halfpenny candle and a box of matches out of the money given me by Putty, the trembling of my knees and a feeling of faintness reminded me that I had eaten nothing an day, so 1 bought a small loaf and some ©old fish and treated myself to a cup of coffee with my last halfpenny. The hot coffee Bet me up wonderfully, and with revived energy I returned to the yard and hiding the bar under my dress sneaked back to the stair*. Then after another cautious look around, finding the coast dear, I slipped the stoking iron through the ventilator and followed it almost as swiftly.

It was a harder job than I expected to move the flagstone and get it out of the way. But I stuck to it, with the perspiration running down my face, until, the sensation of sickness seising me again, I had to give over for a time till I had eaten my loaf and regained strength. At length, having worked the stone aside, about* foot oot of its place, I knelt down to feel if the opening was large enough for me to paaa throogh (for I had not lit the candle to do tibia work), and thai to my dismay I discovered that tbe too careful watchman had filled the bole with rubbfah. Wnkfng

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down on the ground, I could have cried with the mingled feelings of rage and disappointment, but thinking of Taras desperation overcame these sentiments, and springing up on my knees I tore at the rubbish with my hands vehemently, like a dog in a warren, determined to reach Taras, though had to dig my way to him through the solid earth.

Happily the rubbish was loose and yield ed readily to my hands, and still more happily there were not above four or five fee*i of it, or I might never have got down to the tub run with all my determination. Ar. empty box thrown down had got jamme-i in the hole about a third of the way down, and below that the space was empty. Nevertheless it took me many hours to get tho rubbish out, having nothing to dig with but my hands and nothing but my apron to carry it up in when I got down a certain distance, and then the box, which at first sight seemed to have been set there by the hand of Providence, appeared after awhile to have been wedged in by my worst enemy, for it defied all my efforts to loosen it, until "my patience and strength were well nigh exhausted, and then I had to get to the top and drag it out, which was even more difficult. Ten. o'clock struck before this task was accomplished.

I had been compelled to light the candle to get the box out, and there was now not more than an inch left.

I blew out the light and put the end in my pocket. I could feel my way along the tub run, and the light would be needful when I got into the cellar of the Joy. The were iron staples in the side of the abaft-, placed at intervals to serve as steps. The descent was easy enough, but at the bottom afresh obstacle presented itself. I was in water! If the tide was up, it would be impossible to get through the inn, that part of the shore being completely under water at the flood.

Dropping on my knees, I crawled forward, entering the first cask. The thick ooze was high over my wrists, but still if they were all fairly on the same levd the passage was yet suffidently open. The ooze might simply be the earth that had silted through ip the course of years left in its present condition by a receding tide. But what if it was wet with the rising tide? This question made me pause despite my impatient desire to go on. If the tide rose before I could get Taras out of the cellar, all escape would be impossible, and hemmed in we should both be at the mercy of Drigo and Putty. On the other hand, if I waited until the tide had risen and fallen again, it might be too late to save Taras.

I backed out of the run, clambered into the cellar and raising myself into the casement of the ventilator looked out. The water was certainly high, but whether it was rising or falling I could not'tdl. As I looked out a clock chimed the half hour past 10. At 11 the Joy would be closed. Then anything might happen to Taras. One thing was tolerably evident—the-two men would go down into the cellar, if only to see if Taras was still alive. But they might have, and probably had, made arrangements with the other man to take him away from the Joy, in which case, if I waited till the tide had risen and fallen, I should find the cellar empty when I reached it. J"

This reflection and a belief that the tide was yet some distance below high water mark decided me to make the attempt at once and run the risk of being imprisoned by the tide. "At any rate," I said to myself, "I shall be a prisoner with him."

Without another moment's hesitation I dropped down into the run, put my matches and candle end in apart of my dress where they were least likely to get wetted, and then crawled along the run through the slush, which, to my satisfaction, I found came nowhere above my elbows. When I reached the farther end, I rose to my feet, and fl tiding the irons in the wall mounted up by them until my head struck the flagstone above, and here, knowing that I should need ail my strength, I paused for a minute to get breath. Then, bending my head, I rose another step, and setting toy shoulders against the flag strained every muscle to straighten my body and push up the stone.

For some time it resisted all my efforts, but at length the matted earth above giving way it yielded slowly, and I pushed it up sufficiently far to get my head and shoulders through the opening. But being now stretched to my full length, and finding no

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