Dory Dornwood had seen the La Motte when she was lying in the river, and
knew that a party from her had visited the school, though he had not
been near them. He had passed the schooner in the barge, but without
noticing the persons on board of her. Mr. Michael Angelo Spickles was
the chief of the party, and the principal operator in the robbery at the
office of the institution. But the prisoner knew nothing whatever about

The arm of Kingsland Bay where the marauders embarked was less than a
quarter of a mile wide, and the water was almost as smooth as on a calm
day. The bay itself did not average more than half a mile wide; and they
were not likely to experience any rough weather within its limits, as
they were a full mile from the open lake.

The members of the party had not said a word to Dory, and had hardly
noticed him since they finished binding his arms behind him. He was left
to himself, and he had abundant opportunity for reflection. He was not a
little humiliated because he had allowed himself to be captured so
easily, but he could not see how it would have been possible for him to
help himself.

It was useless to consider the past, for it was all gone; and he could
not undo any thing that had been done. He had been captured, and he was
in the hands of the enemy. Mack reported the advance of a party from
Beech Hill, but they were too late to be of any service to him. The
future was a blank to him, and he could only wait for events as they
occurred. But he was satisfied that the boat could not get out of the
bay while the present storm raged.

“We are all right now,” said Angy, as the boat receded from the shore in
the gloom of the morning. “We lost all this time on your account, Chuck;
and I shall fine you for it when we divide.”

“I don’t think I am to blame for it,” replied Chuck, who was pulling the
bow-oar, next to Dory.

“You don’t think you were to blame!” exclaimed Angy angrily. “Didn’t you
speak out loud when we were within a few rods of this chap we have
picked up? Didn’t you make it necessary to capture this fellow, so that
he should not see us?”

“Perhaps I made a little noise when I saw the flash of light, but I
didn’t say any thing,” pleaded Chuck.

“You made noise enough for him to hear you, and to let him know where we
were; and I shall fine you fifty dollars out of your share,” added the
chief, as though he were talking to a delinquent schoolboy.

“Perhaps you will: if you do, you will wish you hadn’t done it,” replied
the culprit, who did not seem to be in a submissive mood.

“Didn’t you agree to obey orders, Chuck?” demanded Angy savagely.

“That is just what I have done; and if I was surprised into making a
little sound when that fellow struck a light close to us, I am not going
to be robbed for it,” protested the delinquent.

“What are you going to do about it?” growled Angy.

“I can only tell you what I’m not going to do yet: I shall not submit to
being robbed,” said Chuck.

It looked a little like a quarrel among the marauders, and Dory hoped he
might be able to derive some advantage from the disagreement. But they
had said enough to enable him to explain why he had been made a
prisoner. The burglars had evidently kept the run of him since he came
into the road, and they were not willing that any one should know they
had departed by water.

Probably they reasoned that he was alone, because they heard no voices,
for one pursuer would not do any talking. When he lighted the match to
examine the road, he had exposed himself; and then, if not before, the
fugitives saw that they could remove the only one on their track by
making him a prisoner.

The boat pulled out of the arm of the bay, and then followed the shore
on the west side, which entirely sheltered it from the violence of the
blast. But it soon reached a point where the crew could hear the
terrific roar of the storm on the open lake. The effect of the heavy
waves could be felt in the bay, and the boat began to tumble about.

“It is blowing a young hurricane,” said Mack, when the roar of the
tempest could be heard in its intensity. “We shall never be able to
reach the vessel. I think we are just beginning to find the rough side
of this scrape.”

“None of your croaking, Mack!” added the chief sharply. “We have found
our way out of this bay, and we are all right; and we must be on board
of the schooner before it is light enough for us to be seen from the
shore. I know where we are now.”

“Then, you know we are in a tight place,” added Mack. “It is light
enough now for you to see that the lake looks like a snow-bank, it is so
covered with foam from the waves. This boat will not live in that sea.”

“We shall soon see whether it will or not,” said Angy, as he shifted the
helm so as to direct the boat across the entrance of the bay.

The boat was the tender of the La Motte, and was not more than twelve
feet long. It was a sort of yawl, and the four persons in it was a full
freight for it. The sea was heavy at the mouth of the bay, though the
trend of the coast partially sheltered it from the full fury of the

Skilfully handled, and with her head up to the wind, she would have
stood it very well; but Angy seemed to have a contempt for a fresh-water
lake, and did not believe that any dangerous sea could prevail on its
waters. The lake in a violent storm is worse than the ocean,–a truth he
had yet to learn. He took the sea quartering; and the boat began to
pitch and roll, both at the same time, in a manner that suggested
disaster to Mack, if not to the others.

“This won’t do!” shouted he, as a wave drenched him to the skin.

“It will do very well, Mack!” replied Angy, with energy. “You have been
out in a heavy sea before, and you needn’t croak.”

Mack continued to pull his oar. Five minutes later, the boat took in a
sea on the windward side, which filled it half full. Dory had been wet
through in the first of it, and he was considering the probability of
being drowned with his arms tied behind him so that he could do nothing
to help himself.

“Pull steady!” called Angy, apparently undismayed by the situation, as
he took the bucket in the stern, and began to bail out the boat.

“What’s the use of pulling?” cried Mack, though he was sailor enough to
know that the boat was likely to fall off into the trough of the sea if
he ceased to use his oar. “It is getting worse and worse every fathom
you go ahead, Angy.”

“I can’t help it if it is: we are in for it now, and we can’t come about
if we want to do so,” replied the chief, who was beginning to have a
little more respect for fresh-water waves.

“We can’t stand this,” interposed Chuck, who had been nursing his wrath
in silence. “We had better be taken than drowned.”

“I don’t think so,” answered Angy. “I will keep her away a little so
that she will run before it, and we shall do very well. This blow comes
from the southward, and it won’t last long.”

“It will last long enough to drown the whole of us,” shouted Mack, loud
enough to be heard above the roar of the tempest. “If you don’t do
something to ease her off, I shall stop rowing.”

“If you don’t mean to obey orders, Mack, say so; and you know I have a
revolver in my pocket,” said the chief.

“And I have another,” replied Mack.

“I told you that I was going to let her fall off, and run before it.
What more do you want?” demanded Angy, disgusted at the mutinous conduct
of the oarsmen.

Neither of the rowers said any thing more then, and were evidently
willing to wait for the effect of the change in the course. The boat was
now about half way across the entrance of the bay. It was light enough
to enable the crew to see the opposite shore at the point, where the
waves were rolling on the beach, and piling themselves in great white
masses of foam.

As the boat advanced, the sea became more angry. Before the chief could
bail out the water, the craft took in another wave, and even Angy began
to realize that the boat was in a perilous situation. He gradually
shifted the helm until the boat was running for the shore a considerable
distance from the point.

But the change in the course had wrought no miracle in the situation.
The farther she went from the lee shore on the south, the rougher was
the sea. Though Dory was rather a noted swimmer among the students, the
accomplishment was not likely to be of much service to him with his arms
tied behind him.

“We are not getting out of it a bit,” shouted Mack. “Come about, Angy,
and make for the shore on the other side of the bay.”

“How can I come about in this sea?” demanded the captain. “You know as
well as I do, that if she gets into the trough of the sea, she will go

“We are sure to go over, as it is; and we might as well try it, and work
towards the lee-shore of the bay,” persisted Mack.

“Will you obey orders, or not?” cried Angy savagely.

“No, I won’t obey such orders as you are giving!” exclaimed the
mutineer. “I believe you mean to drown the whole of us.”

As he spoke, he drew in his oar, which was on the lee-side, for the
skipper had not yet got the boat before it. The tender of the La Motte
fell off into the trough of the sea, and began to roll, as though she
was intent upon spilling her burden into the water. Chuck could not row
after his companion ceased to do so.

“Drop into the bottom of the boat,” said Dory, in a low tone, to the
bow-oarsman, as he drew in his oar.

Chuck complied with this request. He evidently regarded this suggestion
as a favor; and, without saying a word, he untied the rope that secured
Dory’s arms. He had hardly done so before the boat shipped a sea, and
rolled over.

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Captain Gildrock seemed to sleep the sleep of the just while he was
still in the flesh, for he did not immediately appear at the office, as
Dory expected. The mansion was some distance from the scene of
operations. He heard the earliest peals of the bell on the dormitory;
but, unfortunately, Mrs. Dornwood had also heard it, and had been
terribly excited by it. The explosion had roused her from her slumbers,
though the distance made it less effective at the mansion than at the

The good lady was almost in hysterics; and it had taken the captain some
time to quiet her, though at last he was able to leave her in the care
of Marian. She was sure that the students would all be burned to death,
her son among them; for the idea of any other calamity than fire, had
not occurred to them.

Captain Gildrock had not heard the explosion; and the ringing of the
bell had assured him that no one would be burned to death, though he
found it very difficult to make his sister comprehend the absurdity of
her fears. He looked out of the window as soon as he left his bed; and,
as he could see no light, he was satisfied that the fire had not yet
made much progress.

He was a man of discipline, and had trained the students to fire-duty.
His sister had mentioned the explosion, but she could not tell any thing
about it, except that it was a loud noise. The principal hastened from
the house as soon as he could leave Mrs. Dornwood, and he expected to
discover the light of the fire as soon as he reached the main avenue
that extended through the grounds.

He saw nothing to throw any light on his path, or on the cause of the
alarm. When he reached the shops, he found a crowd there, and realized
that he was about the last one to reach the scene of the disturbance.
There was no fire, and this fact stimulated his curiosity. The bell was
to be rung at night, only in case of fire; and it had been pealing out
its notes for some time before his arrival.

The students were, of course, in a blaze of excitement, and the
instructors were hardly less disturbed. But the principal walked into
their midst without any exclamations, with a step hardly more hurried
than his usual pace, and there was nothing in the darkness that, could
indicate the slightest disturbance in his manner. Though he was a cool
man in a trying situation, as his early life on the seas had trained him
to be, yet his stolidity was in some measure assumed. He believed, that,
if a person in authority could not be calm, it was best for him to
pretend to be so, for the benefit of others.

Matt had adopted the suggestion of Dory, and departed in the Marian; but
this was all the movement that had been made to meet the circumstances
of the case. Dory and the boat’s crew were the only absentees when the
principal arrived. He looked about him; but he could only see dark forms
around, with nothing but the dull light of the lantern Dory had left on
the doorstone, to assist his vision.

“There seems to be no fire, or even the smell of smoke here,” said
Captain Gildrock, as he came into the assemblage in front of the office.

“No, sir: there is no fire,” replied Mr. Jepson, who happened to be
nearest to him when he halted. “It is robbery, and not fire.”

“Then, no one is in danger,” added the principal, perhaps with a feeling
of relief.

“No one, unless it be the students who are looking for the robbers.”

“Of course, you heard the explosion, Captain Gildrock?” interposed Mr.

“I have heard nothing but the ringing of the bell, for I am a sound
sleeper at this time in the morning. What was the explosion?” asked the
principal, as unmoved as though he had been questioning a class in the

“The safe in the office has been blown up with a dynamite cartridge,”
replied Mr. Jepson. “I should have thought you would hear it, for it
shook all the buildings in this part of the grounds.”

“Mrs. Dornwood heard it, but I did not,” continued the principal, as he
led the way into the office.

He took the lantern in his hand as he advanced, and then asked the
instructor in mechanics to light the lamps. While he was doing so, the
captain examined the door of the office. It had been bored in several
places around the lock, and then pried open. In the room, all was in a
state of dire confusion. A large portion of the door of the safe had
been blown off, and it was wide open.

“These fellows understood their business,” said Captain Gildrock, when
he saw how effectual the explosion had been.

“I think they rather overdid the business,” added Mr. Jepson. “The
cartridge must have been three times as big as was needed to blow off
that lock, and that makes me think the burglars had not had much
experience in the use of dynamite.”

“They evidently intended to use enough to tear off the door,” replied
the principal.

“But they made a noise like an earthquake, when there was no need of it.
It is a wonder to me that they didn’t blow the safe all to pieces, and
destroy whatever there was in it.”

“As I did not hear it, I am not a competent judge of the power of the
explosion,” added the principal, as he proceeded to examine the interior
of the safe.

“I hope the safe did not contain much money,” said Mr. Brookbine.

“Over two thousand dollars,” replied the captain, with a smile. “I sold
a house here, day before yesterday; and, as I have not been to the bank
since, the entire payment was in the safe, as well as about one hundred
and fifty dollars that was there before.”

“Whew!” exclaimed the master-carpenter. “Then, it amounts to a big

“Big enough, though I shall not be ruined by it,” answered the
principal. “I have ten times that amount in bonds in this safe; and here
they are,” he continued, as he took a large package of papers from one
of the small drawers, one of which had contained the money. “Either the
robbers did not want the bonds, or they had not time to find them.”

“I don’t think they had much time to spare after the racket of the
explosion,” said Mr. Jepson. “When I got here, the students said Dory
was after the robbers back of the shops; and Randolph was leading a
boat’s crew to the lake.”

“It looks as though the robbers had seized the money as soon as they got
at it, and did not wait for any thing more. Now, what has been done
here?” asked the principal, when he had got possession of the main

“Dory and Matt Randolph were the first to come out of the dormitory, and
I think I was the next one,” said Oscar Chester.

“Tell me what you know about the matter, Chester,” continued the

“Dory and Matt went to the office, and found it had been broken into,
and that the explosion had come from there. I thought it was an
earthquake. Matt came back after the lanterns just as I came
down-stairs, and I helped him light them. He went out then, and I
followed him. Then he came back, and rang the bell. I took the rope when
he asked me to do so, and he called away a crew for the boat. He told me
that Dory was following the burglars back of the shop, and that he was
to see that they did not get away in a boat. That is all I know about
it, sir.”

It was a rather confused statement, though it was correct in the main.
Dory was pursuing the marauders alone on foot, and Matt was patrolling
the lake to prevent their escape by water.

“I am sorry the students did any thing,” said Captain Gildrock. “I
should not like to have any of them encounter these villains. Without a
doubt, they are armed, and they will fire if they are in danger.”

“Don’t you think some of us had better see if we can find Dory, sir? He
may need some help,” suggested Oscar Chester, who had been making up a
party to follow Dory when the principal arrived.

“I think Dory will be prudent, and will take care of himself, though he
may get into trouble. I shall send no students to assist him,” replied
the principal decidedly. “The boys will not be called upon to chase such
desperadoes as professional burglars must be. But you may take a crew,
and go in one of the four-oar boats in search of Randolph. Tell him to
come ashore.”

Oscar departed on his mission, disappointed that he had not been
detailed to re-enforce Dory, and assist in the search.

“I am ready to do any thing that I can,” added Mr. Jepson; and Mr.
Brookbine said the same.

“The burglars have simplified the matter to some extent for us,” said
the principal, as he seated himself in his arm-chair, as though he did
not intend to fret himself at all about the robbery. “The wind is
blowing a fierce gale on the lake; and I should not send out a boat on
such a night as this manned by the students, or by any one, unless it
was to save life. The rascals cannot escape by water. The stormy lake
shuts them in on that side.”

“I don’t think I ever knew it to blow so hard as it does to-night,”
added Mr. Jepson.

“If Dory and Randolph come back all right, I shall be perfectly
satisfied, even if the robbers escape with their plunder. All we have to
do is to hem in the land-side of the region about the school, and the
constables then may hunt the burglars at their leisure,” continued the
principal. “Now, if you are willing to do so, I should like to have you
go in search of Dory.

“He must have followed the cart-path through the quarries, and crossed
the bridge. I don’t ask you to quarrel with the burglars, if you find
them, but simply to send Dory back,” said the principal, after a short
period of silence. “Collins!”

“Here, sir,” replied the gardener.

“Have Dick harnessed to the buggy, and Kate to the buckboard.”

The machinist and the carpenter prepared for the duty assigned to them.
The former put his revolver in his pocket, while the latter took his
rifle. Mr. Brookbine was given to deer-hunting, and knew all about the
Adirondack region, on the other side of the lake. But it was daylight
when they started; and they were too late to find Dory in the road,
where he had remained so long.

They were not even near enough to the scene of Dory’s disaster to hear
the whistle the chief of the burglars had sounded, or to see the light
carried by Mack in the road. The light was the engine of Angy’s
strategy; and the open part of the dark-lantern was turned in the other
direction, for the benefit of Dory. But Mack had heard them in the
distance; for the two men had been shouting, to inform Dory of their

Professor Bentnick and Mr. Darlingby were sent to one part of Genverres
to procure the aid of a couple of constables, while the principal
notified two other men who were deputy-sheriffs. He visited the
telegraph-office, and left several messages, to be sent to Burlington,
and to all the towns around that were in connection with Genverres by

The students were all sent to bed again, but probably not many of them
slept after the excitement of the early morning. Matt and his party were
discovered by Oscar Chester while they were patrolling the shore,
without having obtained a sight or a sound to encourage them. They
obeyed the order of the principal; though they were satisfied that the
robbers had not been on Beechwater, or the creek above it.

At five o’clock all the students except Dory were in their beds.

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Almost at the same moment, it came to the active mind of Dory Dornwood
that the burglars might have gone to the bay, and embarked in a boat.
They were as likely to do this as they were to take to the road. He had
heard nothing since the sound of the voice startled him, and the
villains might be two or three miles from him by this time. It would not
be pleasant for him, at the breakfast-table the next morning, to relate
that he had got on the track of the robbers, and then entirely lost the
clew to them.

The thought of such a state of things annoyed him; and he decided that
he should rather be shot, or at least be shot at, than subject himself
to this degree of humiliation. But it was best to be prudent, even after
he had decided to be shot at rather than be inactive any longer; and he
walked some distance beyond the cart-path, to the northward.

He was intent upon settling the first problem,–whether or not the
burglars had retreated by the road during his absence in the other
direction. He lighted a match; but his examination of the roadway
revealed no prints of human feet, and even those of horses had been
obliterated by the heavy rain. He investigated several points of the
road, and looked carefully on each side of the driveway, without finding
a mark.

Returning to the junction of the roads, he made new calculations of the
probable action of the marauders. He was reasonably confident, that, as
they had not taken to the road, they were still in the woods. They must
be strangers to the locality, and were not likely to attempt to find
their way through the woods in the intense darkness which prevailed
under the trees. Possibly they were waiting, like himself, for the

Dory did not believe they could get away unless they took to the lake,
or departed by the road, at least until it was light enough for them to
pick their way through the woods. He was covering the road, and he
believed that he had got the matter down fine enough to leave them only
the lake as an avenue of escape.

The wind was now blowing a violent gale; and even the most experienced
boatman in those waters would not think of going out in a small boat,
unless it was to save life. Kingsland Bay was fully sheltered, for it
was not more than half a mile wide at its greatest breadth. They could
not get out into the lake while the present tempest raged; and if they
tried to get away in any other direction, they must aim for the road,
for the Little Beaver River cut off their retreat between the highway
and the lake.

Dory’s head had been very level so far; and when he stated his theory in
detail to his uncle, the principal, he fully approved his logic. He
resumed his seat on the fence. He had hardly done so before he caught a
faint gleam of light in the woods in the direction of the lake. A moment
later he discovered a more decided appearance of a light. The villains
were getting reckless, he thought; and possibly they concluded that the
pursuers had abandoned the chase, as they saw no more of them.

Encouraged by these appearances, Dory continued to wait. At the end of
half an hour he was astonished to see a light in the road, not twenty
rods from him, and in the direction of Beech Hill. At first he concluded
that it was the lantern from the school, and that some one or a party
had started to find him.

The light was moving; but it was not approaching him, as it would be if
his supposition were correct. It was certainly moving in the direction
of Beech Hill, and it must be from the dark-lantern of the robbers. If
this was the case, they were certainly taking a great deal of care to
show it to him.

He could not see the person who carried the moving light, or tell
whether he was alone, or not. Just then it looked to Dory as though he
was losing the game he had been playing so patiently. He left the fence
again. By the side of the road was a quantity of hoop-poles, and he
stumbled over them. He took one of them, and cut it in two; for it was
best to have a club, though he did not expect to have to use it.

Somehow the weapon seemed to add to his strength, though it was no match
for a revolver. From the evidence of the light, he concluded that not
more than one, if either, of the men remained in the woods. It looked as
though the robbers were arranging a new combination, and Dory decided to
make sure that he did not leave one of the villains behind him if he
followed the light.

It was but a short distance to the head of the bay, and a visit to the
shore would not detain him ten minutes. He followed the cart-path,
proceeding very cautiously. But he reached the shore without seeing or
hearing any thing. It was beginning to be a little lighter.

Drawn up on a little beach he discovered a boat. This could belong only
to the burglars. But why had they taken to the road, and started off in
the direction of the school, instead of departing in their boat? But
they must certainly return to the boat, and finally escape in it. The
painter was made fast to a tree; and Dory lost no time in casting it
off, and shoving the boat as far as he could from the shore.

He had closed that avenue of escape, and he started for the road. Before
he had gone twenty steps, he found himself in the embrace of a man, who
had fallen upon him in the rear. His club was useless; and the attack
was wholly unexpected, for he had been fully satisfied that the robbers
were both retreating by the road.

Dory struggled with all his might, but he was taken at an utter
disadvantage. A puny assailant might overcome a giant in this manner if
he were quick enough. The man had drawn his arms behind him, and was
pounding him in the back with his knees.

“Lay hold of him, Chuck!” shouted the assailant, out of breath. “What
are you about?”

“I am getting the rope ready,” replied the other, as the first one
succeeded in bringing Dory to the ground. “Hold on to him, Angy, and I
will soon fix him so that he will keep quiet.”

Dory struggled till he found that resistance was useless; and then he
submitted, though his spirit chafed violently at the necessity. He
realized that he was only one against two, taken by surprise at that,
and he could do nothing. He lay upon the wet ground till his captors had
bound his arms behind him, and then they assisted him to his feet.

The prisoner had done a great deal of thinking during the last hour or
more, and, so far as he was personally concerned, he had done it for
nothing. The situation was decidedly unfortunate for him, and he could
not help thinking that the marauders were making it worse for

As soon as they had lifted Dory to his feet, one of them gave a
prolonged whistle upon some instrument. There were two of them at the
shore, and the prisoner was confident there had been no more than two in
the office. If there had been three who passed over the road, he could
not have failed to discover their tracks. He had looked in several
places, and always with the same result; and he concluded that one of
the party had remained with the boat while the others went to “make the

By this time it was perfectly evident to Dory that the lantern in the
road was a decoy,–a trick to make the pursuers believe that the robbers
had returned to the vicinity of Beech Hill. Unhappily for him, the plan
had been successful, and he had fallen into the trap. But the marauders
had reached the shore where their boat awaited them, and there had been
nothing to prevent them from embarking. In the darkness they could
easily have made their escape. Dory was unable to explain the action of
his captors in this respect.

“We are all right now,” said one of the burglars, when they had bound
the prisoner. “Do you suppose Mack heard that whistle, Angy?”

“Of course he did, Chuck,” replied the one addressed as Angy.

“The wind makes a tremendous noise,” suggested Chuck. “I will walk up to
that road, if you like, and see if he is coming.”

“We are in no hurry, for we can’t get out of this bay. It is blowing a
hurricane,” added Angy.

“But Mack may get into hot water if he goes too far in that direction.
They have rung an alarm-bell, and the whole town will turn out: there
will be a crowd of them this way before long.”

“All right, then: go up to the road, for that light may give them a clew
to us,” added Angy.

Chuck started up the cart-path, and there was now light enough for him
to see his way so that he could move at a rapid pace. Dory looked about
him, and strained his muscles a little to ascertain the strength of the
cords with which he was bound. It was still too dark for him to see the
face of the robber remaining with him; and if he had seen him, he would
not have recognized him, for he had not seen him face to face before.

Chuck was not gone ten minutes before he returned with Mack, who had
used the dark-lantern in the road. They came back in a hurry, and both
of them seemed to be in a flurry. If they were professional burglars,
they certainly lacked the coolness of long practice. The dark-lantern
had been put out, and Dory could not see the faces of any of the trio.

“They are after us!” exclaimed Mack, with no little trepidation in his

“Of course they are after us,” replied Angy, who appeared to be the
chief of the party. “The whole neighborhood will be out, for they rung
that bell long enough and loud enough to wake the dead. But we are all
right now, and you needn’t vex your gizzard about any thing.”

“But it is daylight, and it will soon be light enough to show us up to
all the world,” added Mack.

“Dry up, Mack! I am running this machine, and I shall see you through,”
replied Angy sharply.

The leader took the prisoner by the collar of his coat, and led him to
the boat, which the wind had driven back to the beach. He was placed in
the bow, while Angy seated himself in the stern. The other two took the
oars, and the boat was shoved off.

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