her hidden cave of wonders, Rupert Venner hesitated in his decision; and in the next moment it was out of his power to decide. For Rufe, in desperation now, met the boarders at the rail, backed by his half-dozen crazed adherents, and murderous steel glittered dully against the inky sky.

“Beat down his cringing curs, but leave me Rufe!” cried Dolores, opposing her own dagger to the sweep of the pirate’s cutlas. And as the schooner’s crew roared at Hanglip’s heels, storming over to the pitching sloop’s decks to pursue mercilessly the panic-stricken runaways, the girl pitted agility and splendid knife-craft against the terror-driven strength and wolfish fury of the trapped traitor.

“Hah! Thy black heart fails thee!” taunted Dolores, leaping down from the rail to the schooner’s