4 Ginger blue i Whab have we here? A girl?' cried Warren, forgetting to reburn her cold bow ; and ho peered yet closer, bursting into a rudo, ill-tempered laugh when he saw her shrink away. ' Blobs the girl, does she think I want to eat her?1 jibed he. 1 You see before you my sister, Misa Stanmore,'quofch Eric with stiff formality. •Mabel, this is General Warren's son. Don'b you want to come over here by me, Mabie?' She instantly obeyed, giving Cliff's shoulder a fierce litfele squeeze as Bhe passed. 'I hate him already !' she whispered vehemently ; ' you are our own Cliff, we won'b have anybody else.' And then, feminine like, forgetting the situation, precipitated matters by crying out,' Ib was just like you, Cliff, to forget all about your own safety when there was anybody to be helped.' , • Who's this, did you say, Miss Mabel ? interposed Warren, inquisitively peering ob both the lads,— • I thought he was your brother, Eric Staninoro. He told me he was.' • I am Eric Stanmore,' said Eric, hasten ing to shield his friend from whab might be coming—' and he is my chum, my best) friend.' ) Cliff—Cliff,' muttered Warren, bending nearer to gaze ab the boy before him; ' is in possible that you are the chap I'va heard called "steel-trap," otherwise Cliff Marner ?' There was a dead silence, broken only by the steady strokes of the oars. Then the boy spoke, in quiet resolute tones. ' I am that chap.' • —And the scamp who personated me to Mr Stanmore ?' cried Warren.
