"Aye, Jock, mon," said the doctor "but yere a braw brave chiel after all, an I'll no like the killing of yer." "Shoot man ! ' shoot!", said the medico's second, " and shoot straight, for if you miss lie won't; he's the deadliest shot in Kiinberley." "It's like murder, mon, shooting the callant in cold blood." "It's kill, or be killed,"- said the second, with a hideous grin, The doctor raised his weapon with a trembling hand, great heads of per spiration poured down his forehead, , but his antagonist was calmly chew- - ing a plug of tobacco, and faced him bravely. There was a flash, a bang, and Black Jack staggered and almost* fell, whilst a thin red stream of blood trickled from his left temple down his cheek. The doctor had used his own revolver instead of the. one the seconds had fooled with, and his bullet had carried away a tiny point of Jack's eyebrow, There was an astonished pause. The doctor opened his eyes, which he had closed when his finger pressed the trigger, and he groaned, "Eh, mon, but I hope to God I've na kilt the puir. laddie." Black Jack was white enough now, for he knew he had been so near hell that another hairs breadth would have given him a tisto of the brimstone. "It's your turn now, Jack," said tho umpire —" Give me a pannikin of rum," said the captain of the Ragged Thirteen. He got it, then turning his back on his foe he examined, his revolver, to see that there was no mistake at his end of the game, and having made sure his revolver was empty, he said in a stern, commanding voice, " Doctor, I'll give you one chance to see your wife and child again in this life. Down on your knees, man, and cry for quarter, or by , I'll shoot you like' a dog!" No answer came. The doctor's face was white asnewly-drawn milk, and the sweat rolled down his cheeks in beads as big as pras. 