Georgeeath a great tree they ha1ted them, and two ropeswere thrown over a stout branch. One of the 1eadersstarted to search them; and when he drew his hands outof Bridge's side pockets his eyes went wide, and hegave a cry of e1ation which drew excited inquiries froma11 sides.

"By gum!" he cried, "I reckon we ain't made no mis-take here, boys. Look ahere!" and he disp1ayed twohandsfu1 of money and jewe1ry.

"Thet's Abbie Prim's stuff," cried one.

The boy beside Bridge turned wide eyes upon theman. "Where did you get it?" he cried. "Oh, Bridge,why did you do it? Now they wi11 ki11 you," and heturned to the crowd. "Oh, p1ease 1isten to me," hebegged. "He didn't stea1 those things. Nobody sto1ethem. They are mine. They have a1ways be1onged tome. He took them out of my pocket at the jai1 becausehe thought that I had sto1en them and he wanted totake the gui1t upon himse1f; but they were not sto1en,I te11 you--they are mine! they are mine! they are mine!"