ght his lambs! Flesh your blade, my bully Rufe, and bring me
some of the meat!"

Abruptly Dolores's guests swung around to follow the direction of the
old woman's arm, and the girl darted a look of fury at the scene. Out
from the point poured Yellow Rufe and a horde of strange mulattos and
blacks, and shots crackled from the schooner's rails. On the little bay
two boats filled with Sancho and his men pulled frantically toward the
fight, and the haven rang with howls of gleeful anticipation. Venner
uttered a smoking oath, and clutched Tomlin and Pearse by the arms.

"Come fellows!" he cried. "This is treachery!"

"Treachery? Ye wrong me, sirs!" Dolores's soft voice halted them. They
stared at her, and she gave them back look for look until she saw the
blood surge back to their faces and their eyes lose their hardness. Then
she laughed, low and sweet, and waved them back.

"Wait. I shall preserve thy ship, and give thee back an eye for an eye
if thy men are harmed. Trust me, will ye not?" She paused a moment to
thrill them with her eyes; they stayed. They she sped down the cliff
like a deer.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK. Don't forget this magazine is issued weekly,
and that you will get the continuation of this story without waiting a
month.

The Pirate Woman

by Captain Dingle

Author of "The Coolie Ship," "Steward of the Westward," etc.

This story began in the All-Story Weekly for November 2.

CHAPTER VII.

THE ATTACK ON THE FEU FOLLETTE.

By means of the floating blind the Point had been carried out across the
narrow channel until its edge rested on the bar; and the schooner lay
with a heavy list broadside on to the hard sand. Yellow Rufe and his
followers, runaways from the pirates' camp, maroons banished from their
homes for crimes against their fellows, rebellious slaves, and what not,
splashed through the shallow water and stormed the Feu Follette by way
of the jib-boom and head-rigging, while Sancho urged his boats on toward
the vessel's quarters.

Dolores, uncertain yet as to Sancho's motives, but in no uncertainty as
to Rufe's, paused but to look around for Milo as she leaped down the
cliff. The giant was even then engaged in thwarting an inclination on
the part of the yachtsmen to follow Dolores, for, her spell gone for the
moment, Venner felt all an owner's solicitude for his property. But Milo
had been well schooled; he knew how to play upon little weaknesses;
Pascherette had