CHAPTER VIII.
THE COWARD "Great heavens!" gasped Mr.Merrick, running toward the doctor.

"Are you hit ?" Gys looked up at him appealingly and nodded.
"Where did it strike you?
Was it a bullet--or what ?" The doctor wrung his hands, moaning pitifully.

Uncle John bent over him.
"Tell me," he said.

"Tell me, Gys!" "I--I'm scared, sir--s-s-scared stiff.

It's that yellow s-s-s-streak in me; I--I--can't help it, sir." Then he collapsed, crouching lifelessly close to the sand.
Uncle John was amazed.