A remarkable voyage; or, The fortunes of Wandering Jack


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On a richly upholstered cotich near the wall a young girl was lying, seemingly buried in as deep a slumber as the sleeping princess of a fairy tale. I ..

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BR VEBOLD .fl Different Complete Story Every Week Iuued Weellly. By Subscription $a.50 per year. Entered accordingto Act of Omgress in tlze year 1qo3, in the Office of the Li6ra1ian of Con/{'Yess, Was/Jin,rrton, .D. C. STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y No. ti. NEW YORK, March 14, 1903. Price Five Cents. A Rt:MARK!BLE VOY !Gt:: OR, The Fortunes of Wandering Jack. By CAPTAIN GEOFF HAI.E. CHAPTER I. A STRANGE OFFER. "Adieu, Fran<;ois I Adios, Pepo !" Waving his hand to two grimy-looking sailors at die steamer's rail, Jack Rogers ran lightly down the gangway plank. Both foreigners called out questioningly, each in his own lan guage. Jack resp onded with an ease and a fluency equal to their o wn. A tall, well dressed gentleman standing on the wharf took a cigar from his mouth and eyed Jack attentively, as the latter stood for a moment holding a well-worn traveling satchel in one hand, seemingly deciding as to his next move ''Well, happy-go-lucky Jack," said the first officer of the steamer, who was directing the movements of some men securing the fasts, "where are you off to now? Hongkong or Honolulu-Eastport or the East Indies?" "Haven't the slightest idea, Mr. Verril," was the careless reply. "It may be far Cathay, for aught I know. I'm a sort of fatalist'Kismet,' or 'what is to be will be,' as the Turks say." "Well, good luck to you, my lad, wherever you go." "Thanks, and good-by, sir. Tell Captain Small I shall never forget his kind courtesy toward a sort of vagabond The speaker was evidently no vagabond. The upright, athletic carriage and bright face, full of energetic purpose, told that at a glance. And the tall gentleman, who, in his way, was no mean judge of character, nodded to himself. "He'll do," he muttered. Jack was turning as the stranger touched him on the shoulder. "A sailor, young fellow?" he asked, somewhat brusquely, though Jack's attire hardly suggested a maritime fol!owing. A sort of jockey cap sat jauntily on his crisp, dark hair. He wore no vestonly a short "reefer" of foreign make and material over a French flannel shirt, tweed trousers and light canvas shoes, all of which had seen considerable serv ice Jack's negative was briefly emphatic. "You' re fairly good-looking," he was saying to himself the while, "but your mustache is dyed and your eyes too near to gether." For I may say, in passing, that Jack Rogers was a judge of human nature in his way. The stranger glanced at the steamer's name-the Brnzil. "From South America, eh? But you are"-he hesitated-"you are---'' "A cosmopolitan," supelied Jack, gravely. "Any more que s tions?" The tall gentleman bit his Hp. Jack's tone was carelessly re spectful-nothing more.

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BRA VE AND BOL D Evidently, for a young fellow of seventeen or thereabouts, he "Recommendations r Neither have I. And for the other thing, had plenty of independence you can wear what you please-so is it a bargain?" ''Only one," h e said, after a brief pause, during which Jack "I'll try it a week," returned Jack, suddenly. stood eying him sharply, "and-mind you, I have a purpos e in asking." "Most people do," murmured Jack. Very good." Mr. Runde! penciled a few words on the back of the card he had handed Jack. But his interlocutor went on : "I'm trying to hunt Carter up, or I'd go back to the house with "Something the steamer's officer said just now seemed to conyou. But Davis Street leads off Montgomery-any one will show nect you with a circus. Are you?" ''I was. \Vith Bent's international. They came to financial grief in Valparaiso, and left a dozen of u s stranded there. So I got a chance to work my passage to 'Frisco in the stea m er." "Um. You know som e thing about horses, probably?" "Yes.'' Jack did not add, as h e might have that 11he11 h e was onl y nine years old he had driven a spa n of ponies, and ridden a colt in training for the Derby races, or that o n the circus posters he had been mention e d as "Jacques, the Equestrian Prodigy and Athletic 1 Marvel. "And your name is--" I call myself John Rogers. Most people say Jack.'" "You call yourself, eh? Then that isn't your name of course. But it don't matter. Here's my card." On a bit of pasteboard Jack read: "PACI FIC CLUBHOUSE. "A Runde!. No. Davis St." "You are Mr. Runde!, I presume?" "The same, at your service." And Mr. Runde] made a half mocking bo11'. "Now I'll explain. i\1y general utility man, Carter, has taken to bad ways-liquor and opium, both-I've got to bounce him. And I'm looking for some one t o fill his place at fifty dollars a month. Do you want the chance?" Though considerably astounded at the abruptness of the offer, (Tack was too much'a man of the world to let this be seen. "What are the duties?" "Principally to drive and accompany my half -sister, Pearl, on her hor seback rides. I have a man to take care of the horses. Rest of the time you'll be expected to 1 around the clubhouse." There was something about it that Jack could not understand. "Vhy s hould s uch a chance be offered to him-a perfect stranger? As thou gh reading his thoughts, :J1r. Runde! went on : "I heard you call yourself a fatalist. Well. so am I one; and i;omehow I've got the idea there's a sort of destiny in my running across you just as I have. Anyway, I've taken a: fancy to your looks. Come, now what do you say?" Now Jack had just sixty-seven cents in the world. He did not know a soul m the city and employment of some kind he must have. "I haven't any recommendations-and I won't wear a livery. I've played quite a good many parts, bu t ne\ e r that of-a serv ant." Jack threw up his hand so me head, involuntarily, as he said this last. Mr. Runde! uttered a s hort laugh. you where the Pacifi c i s Tell the servant to take this card to i\liss Pearl. She'll arrange matters. By-by-see you later." . vVith a brief nod !llr. Runde! tumed, and after a moment's hesitation walked toward the end of the wharf, wllere a handsome, sharp-bowed v esse l was lying at a quay berth. "A curious place to look for his mis s ing man, Carter," was Jack's not unnatural thought. But dismissing it as a matter that did not concern him he made hi s way up from the busy wharf into the crowded st reets. CHAPTER IL AN OPIUM DEN, Jack did not n o tice that he had turned into Sacramento Street till the increasing number of Chinamen, and signs of Chinese oc cupancy on every side, told him he was going wrong. There was no policeman in sig ht. The few Europeans he met were swaggering roughs of the hoodlum" order, who seemed to have drifted into the Chinese quarter, in the hopes of kicking a row j udging from their aggressive bearing toward the group of C e les tial s who shrank away at their approa ch. Jack stopped on a corner and looked about him. It was exactly as though h e had been s uddenly set d ow n in one of the com moner streets of Pekin or Shanghai. The felt-shod Chinamen scuffling along with baskets suspended at the end of a bamboo, o r s tanding in two s and threes at the entrance of the narrow courts and alleys, had a sort of sinister look in the dim light cast by the feebly flickering street lamps. "I tell you, Wah Lee, I 've got to g e t back to Davis Street. Runde! is growing cranky these days, and if I'm out a 1iight theres the deuce to pay. Davi s Street-Rtmdel? Had he indeed st umbled upon the very man whose place he was to fill? The voice which had suddenly reached Jack' s ear came from a basement "dive" in the crazy cor ner building where he stood. And apart from other considera tions, relieYed that a probable fellow-countryman was at hand Jack, without stopping to think of possible risk, ran lightly down a flight of steps leading to a cellar-like apartme11t beneath the street. "Hi ,e-e-e-e h !" The high-pitched e;-cclamation proceeding from a fat Chinaman at the further side of the dimly-light e d room, seeme d not only an ejaculation of surprise, but a sort of warning signal as well. For another Celestial arose from a stool, and closing the door through which Jack had entered, dropped a heavy oak bar across it; then coolly backing up against the door, he thrust a leiln band ..

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 inside the folds of his blouse in a manner suggestive of some concealed weapon ready to be produced-and used-at a mo ment's notice. "Don' t be frightened, young fellow," said the voice of the European he had first heard. "They don t mean you any harm. It's only a way Chin a men have when a stranger comes in sudd e n on them without present ing his cred e ntials." "I'm not in the least alarmed," was Jack's cool reply. And, indeed, it is not an exaggeration to say that Jack Rogers hardly seemed to know what fear was. Straining hi s eyes as they b e came a little accustomed to the half ob. scurity, Jack saw, throug h a reek of peculiar-sm e lling smoke, th a t th e spe a ker was sitting at the opposite end of the room, hold ing what Jack saw at a glance was a pip e for opium smoking. "Smokee, Cal tel?" grunted the Chinaman. And, recognizing substitution of "!" for "r" peculiar to Americanized Chinese, Jack knew tha t the man to whom the ques tion was put could be no other than Carter, as he had at first suspected. 1 "I've lost my way," he said. "Standing on the comer above, I heard you speaking. If you're going back to Davis Street, I wish you'd let me accompany you The two Chinamf'n listened with stolidly impassive faces. Car-ter eyed Jack curiously. "Certainly," he returned, after a mom entary hesitation-"only you 'll have to wait a bit. Now I'm here I might as well hit the pipe-eh, Wah Lee?" Wah Lee grunted as though he had known all along how it would be. Carter roll e d into one of the four wooden bunks which were built at the side of the room and sll e ntly extended the pipe-bowl, the orifice of which was hardly larger than a small marbla, to the fat Chinaman. Then he spoke: "Get away from the door, Sa /11. This young fol.low is all right; he's a friend of mine "tome to an on the stool here-what shall l caH you? Jack? Very good You don't do this sort of thing, I suppose. No. That's where you're right; but I can't live without it now." No more attention was paid to Jack' s presence. Sam shuffled to an empty bunk and lit his own pipe. Wah Lee did The atmosphere grew heavier and more murky with the fumes of the burning opium. Jack himself began to feel a strange dizzi ness; his eyes closed insensibly, and, resting his head against the wall, he subsided into a sort of half stupor. Yet in it he seemed to be conscious that Carter was talking in his dreams: "Poor Miss Pearl! I wish I had the courage to tell you the truth-your life might be so diff erent! But Runde! has me under his thumb." Jack aroused himself with a sudden effort. The lamp seemed to be burning blue in the noisome atmosphere. The two Chinamen with gl a ssy, wide-open eyes and livid features, lay moticn. J e s s except for an occasional twitching of their muscles. Carter him self muttered and moaned like one in a nightmare. Jack could stand it no longer The dangers of the streets of Chinatown were as nothing compared to this noisome atmos pher e t hese ni ghtmare surroundings Staggering to hi s fe e t Jack took up his travel i ng-bag and looked stupidly about him. His h e ad was h e avy and his senses be wildered by the fumes of the drug. Instead of unbarring the door leading to the open air, Jack blundered to one at the opposite end of the room and finding it unlocked, p a s se d through into a corridor flagged with s tone. A sputt e ring lamp gave light enough and, like one who walks in his sleep, Jack made his way for some little distance, till a porti e re of thick heavy cloth arrested his further progre ss. Sho uld he retrace his steps? And, as gradually in the cooler air of the corridor Jack' s head began to clear, he decid e d that he wouldn't. ''1'11 see the thing through," he n\entally decided. Whereupon, with a heart beating a trifle fa s ter than its wont, Jack gently parte d the portiere and stepped through, letting the folds fall behind him. The apartment in which he found himself was s pacious and high-studded. The furniture was of the costli est de,;crip tion-a cert ain gaudi ness of coloring and mate ri a l seeming to characterize the entire surro undings. This was not all, however On a richly upholstered couch near the wall a young girl was lying-seemingly buried in as deep a slumber as the sleeping princes s of the fairy tale. "Oh, scissors!" e x claimed astonished Jack. "I have put my foot in it now l" He had, both literally and figuratively. For, involuntarily step ping back, his foot be c ame entangled in the fringe of a rug and down went Jack with a crash. He was up in an instant, but not quicker than the sudd e nly awakened girl. "How did you come here?" she a s ked in low, liquid tones, without removing her steadfast gaze for an instant from Jack's em barrassed face. Jack explained. A11d the girl nodded her small head as though quite satisfied. Possibly Jack's undeniable good looks had pre possessed her unconsciously in his favor. She, so the little maid told Jack in tolerable English, was Weiho, Wah Lee's niece Born in Japan, where her father h e ld some sort of office under government. Her mother being dead, W eiho had been sent to America to be educated and learn American cus toms. She had an American governess, and her uncle, Wah Lee, promised she s hould learn to pl a y the piano, and so on. "Weiho show you way out. Come," she finally said. And taking Jack's brown hand in her own, little Weiho led him through two adjoining apartments furnished in a similarly luxurious man ner, to a front door opening into a more respectable street.

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4 BRAVE AND BOLD. The distant city clocks were striking the hour of eleven when Jack found himself again in the open air, wondering how he s hould ever find bis way without a guide from this Mongolian labyrinth of narrow, malodorous stree ts. "The Pacific?" said a somewhat flashily-dressed individual, to whom Jack applied for information, "why, yes. Third on the right-around the corner of Davis Street, here But-have you got any money in your pocket?" The interrogatory was delivered with good-natured abruptness. ixtyeven cents, only," laughed Jack, loo well acquainted with the oddities of mankind to wonder at the question. There was a half mystery about the affair, and Jack, who was somewhat of a mystery in himself. had a liking for such things. So he turned into Davis Street and made hi s way as he had been told. The Pacific was a four or fiye-story structure, with brown stone front, balconied windows and granite steps, which Jack leisurely ascended, feeling meanwhile in his pocket for the card given him by Runde!. Before touching the button Jack glanced at the message on the back. 'DEA!lt PEARL: I ha Ye engaged the bearer in place of Carter. 'Will explain on my return. I think this one will do. He calls himself Jack Rogers. ARTHUR.'" In answer to Jack 's ring a young fellow of his own age ap peared. He had light. hair, sleepy blue eyes and a good-natured 1 hough somewhat stolid face. "Miss Pearl? Yes, I will gif it her. Sit you here in der hall," he said with a marked accent. The hall was large and brilliantly lighted. At eYery turn of the broad stairway leading to the flights above were alcoves contain ing >latuary in marble or bronze. Colored >ervants appeared and r eappeared at irregular intenals from various apartments. One or two gentlemen in evening dress were admitted and shown up stairs. All was quiet and even gravely decorous. Such fragment of conversation as Jack heard were carried on in subdued tones. The reappearance of the young German who beckoned Jack to follow him into a handsomely-furnished apartment opening from the hall, put an end to his obserrntions for the time. "This vas der person, :IIiss Pearl," he said, as a lady arose from an easy-chair, and, bowing re s pectfully, withdrew. Jack caught his breath. In his wanderings he had seen many attractive girls, but Pearl Runde! was to his eyes a new revelation. "Set down, young man." Jack had just completed hi s respectful bow, when the command, in a sha rp shrill voice, sent him promptly into the nearest chair. The speaker was an angular, middle-aged female sitting m a rocker near the center table with knitting-work in her lap. "Are you sure you're stiddy ?'' She fired the question at Jack like a pellet from a popgun. "Aunt Maria," remonstrated Pearl, gently. But that energetic female only sniffed. "Because if you ain't," she went on before Jack could reply, "I ain't goin' to trust my own dead sister's child along of you, no matter what her ha'f-brother says. I've seen enough since I've been in this house of what--" "Aunt Maria!" This time the young girl spoke with a certain firm decision that lrad its effect. "I can't help it, Pearl," she said in a subdued manner; "and do you wonder at it when Carter, who, when he fus' come here from your father's in Injy, was the salt of the earth for soberness, and now look at him, a-rulnin' himself with drink, and opium that's cYen wuss." "No, I hardly wond er," was the low reply. Aunt l\Iaria straightened herself up, dropped her knitting-work, and addressed hersrlf directly to Jack: "B'long in 'Frisco?" "No, madam; I was born in England. But I left home when I was only nine years old. Since then I have been drifting about the world." "Folks livin' ?" ''.\Iy father was-when I last knew of him." "Last knew of him? Land sakes! don't you send him your wages now'n then?" An in crutable smile flitted across Jack's handsome face. "He is quite well able to support himself," he dryly answered. Aunt Maria sniffed and rubbed the end of her sharp nose vigorously. But a glance from her niece warned her that she had carried her inquiry into Jack's family affairs quite far enough. "Mr. Runde! will talk further with you to-morrow, Rogers," said Pearl, gently; 'I hope you will like the place after-after you know more about it," she added, with the same little pathetic ring in her voice. Aunt ;\[aria bad meanwhile summoned Carl, the German. "Carl," Miss Pearl continued before the other lady could give her orders, ''this is Rogers, who will take Carter's place. He will occupy your room for a few night You can show it to him now." "Very goot. :lfiss Pearl;'' and bowing himself out, Jack accom panied hi new acquaintance upstairs. CHAPTER III. CARTER COMES BACK. On the way to the room he was to occupy with his companion. Jack paused a moment. From a partly-open door on the right, ca111e the of sub dued talking and an occasional low laugh. And as be glanced in quiringly al Carl. a monotonous Yoice called out: ''Make your game, gentlemen-make your game! Any time while the ball rolls. Rouge pard-noir gague !" (Red Josesblack wins). There was a roulette game going on inside "Ah!" said J ack. And so expressive was the monosyllable that Carl nodded

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' I BRAVE AND BOLD. s ''ou )laYc know red-and-black bcforci"' he remarked; "not in dis country, eh?" "I have seen it in Hamburg," the reply, and Carl's stolid face lightened. "Hamburg? You Yas in my vaterland? Goot, we shall be frents." "And o this is a gambling house," thoughtfully remarked Jack, without replying. ''Dat Yas it exac'ly," Carl cheerfully responded. Then, a though a udden thought had o.ccurred to him: "You know dot before you come-eh?" decidedly 11ot,'' was the energetic reply. "If I had, do you think I'd been caught here?" Carl's light-blue c)es grew large. "But we haf not to gamble! ,\nd it vas not worse for us than )>liss Pearl, mit her Aunt Jones." "Perhaps il!iss Pearl has no other home," hazarded Jack. "Dot vos so, I s'po e. Carter say her father in East Injies doe s not Yant her there. ''Poor girl!" was Jack's imoluntary exclamation. "But who is this Carter ?-where did he come from?" Carl could not answer this. He only knew that he came to San creaking bedstead, he endeavored to remove his boots, were pain fully audible. "It's the last time I go hunting the city over for you, you drunken brute!" began Runde!, angrily; "and only fot: fear of what your blabbing tongue lets out when you're half full of liquor or opium, I'd neYer have taken the trouble. But I'm done with you now. To-morrow you go aboard the Petlel. Old Wah Lee and I are going to send her in ballast to Calcutta soon, and you can have a mate's berth if you choose. If you don't you'll ship before the ma t; but go you must, so make up your mind to that." If Mr. Rundel was decided. so also was Carter, who emphatic ally and profanely vowed that he would do nothing of the kind. ".:.1ly sea,going days are over," he said, sullenly, "and if they weren't, no more opium-smuggling for me, whethe1 it's from Hongkong or Calcutta-for, of course, you re up to your old ga1nc.'' ''You won 't. eh?'' returned Runde!, furiously. "Then, by Hea, en, I'll hand you over to the authorities, and tell how--" "Don't speak o loud. You'll wake the Dutchman in the next room," interrupted Carter. "There's no one in the next room. Carl's asleep in one of the hall chairs. As I say. I'll blow the \\hole thing if you're obFrancisco in a ::;mall ves el in which Runde! was interested, from stinate." some part of the East Indies, and that the ve sel, bei n g seized on "Two can play at the same game. Suppose I tell Mi$s Pearl suspicion of opium smuggling, Carter had been taken into Run del's employ. In addition, Jack learned from his communicative companion that Pearl's aunt-:\Iiss :\[aria Jones-was a single lady from the he had been offered a home with Runde!, \\hen Pearl, a mere child. wa$ left in San Francisco by her father, who went to Cal cutta, where he subsequcmly manied the widow of a natiYe prince, reported to be enormously \\ealthy. Carl himself was an orphan boy. Runde] had picked him up in the street, and from caprice, or becau e he promised to be useful as a sort of personal rl'tainer, made him one of his incongruous household. He could not read or write until Pearl, taking pity on hi igno rance, taught him both accomplishments, together with such other simple aids to a future education as she could compas A light sleeper at best, Jack was awakened by the sound of something like a scuffle in the corridor outside. He heard a voice wh i ch f1e recognized as Rundel's raised as in anger, and the an swering one of Carter, in half-drunken defiance. "There, get into your room," exclaimed the former; and from certain in the chamber immediately adjoining, Jack in ferred that Mr. Carter was being helped to an entrance very un ceremoniously. Runde! seemed to have followed and closed the door. The par tition was thin, and Jack could hear every movement and word. Thus he knew when a match was struck-presumably for light ing the gas-and Ca r ter's struggl es, as, sitting on the edge of a the truth about her father and the money he sent hy me?" "And give yourself dead away? You'd hardly do that, I fancy, fool as you a re." An indistinct murmur \\'as the only respon se. Mr. Carter was evidently growing sleepy. A peculiar silence followed. Hardly knowing why he did so. Jack slipped out of bed and ap plied his eye to the keyhole of the door between the two rooms. Runde!, standing n nder the gas-jet, was dropping a colorless liquid from a vial he drew from his pocket into a tumbler con taining liquor. "Come, don't go to sleep till you've taken your bromide-you'll be having the horrors in the night and wake up every one in the house again." Thus saying, Runde! approached the bed and held the tumbler to the lips of Carter, who swallowed the potion and dropped back on his pillow. ''I wonder you don t slip some poison in, instead of the bro mide," he said, drowsily; "in fact, I'm not sure you haYen't-that don't t<1stc a bit like bromide." Runde! gave utterance to a mirthless laugh, but Jack noticed that a strange expression crossed his face, as, replacing the vial in his pocket, he stood for moment intently watching Ca r ter, w h ose heavy breathing told of profound slumber Then turning down the gas to a pin-head point. he left the room, and Jack crept back to bed to think onr what he had seen and heard. 'When, the following morning, Carl, who had admitted Runde! and Carter a little after midnight, announced that t h e latter was not in his room, though his bed had been slept in, J ac k 's f.aee showed no sign of surprise whateYer

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6 BRA VE AND BOLD. Runde! said carelessly that Carter had probably had one of his half-crazy spells and slipped off some time toward morning-perhaps to an opium den in search of liquor. Carter's room wa9 assign e d to Jack, and he entered at once upon his duties, which, as Runde! had intimated, were anything but arduous. His special business was to be at the service of Pearl, when ever she wished to ride, or take her aunt to drive. And as the days went on it was plain that he found favor in the sight of both. One of the most beautiful of rides or drives in and about San Francisco is along Woodward Avenue and the beach thorough fare, leading from the city to the famous Cliff House, overlooking the broad bay and ocean beyond. Among the crowd there on a certain beautiful summer's morn ing was Pearl, with Jack Rogers as her escort. A fair-faced, gentlemanly appearing young man qf twenty-five or thereabouts separated himself from a little party of equestrians in the rear, and came up at a small trot. "So glad to meet you again, Miss Runde!," he said, raising his hat graciously. "I only got back from Yell o wstone Park yester day, and was meaning to call last evening but previous engage ment prevented, don't you know?" At the slightly drawiing voice Jack started and fixed his eyes inquiringly on th e speaker s face. A flood of color rushed to the young girl's cheek as she but briefly acknowledged the greeting. "How do you do, Lord Burham?" she said, coldly. "Lord Burham-Mr. Rogers." Lord Burham was understood to say, "Delighted, I'm sure," though he looked anything but overjoyed. Jack bowed carelessly, but did not seem at all overwhelmed by the honor of an introduc tion to a live lord. "Shall we--er-try a canter as far as the Cliff House?" was his lordship's next question. But Pearl said no; it was time for them to return. This with a glance at Jack, who took the hint at once. And as Lord Burham received no encouragement to accompany them, he raised his hat with a somewhat gloomy face and rejoined his party. Wheeling their horses, the two turned back toward the city. "Most young ladies would have been overjoyed at the honor you have just refused, Miss Pearl," remarked Jack, half laughingly "Possibly," returned Pearl. "But I suppose I am different." But he only asked : "Is this Lord Burham's first visit to America, do you know, Miss Pearl?" "I believe so. He is said to be enormously wealthy." "He will be when his father, Sir Richard, dies," quietly re marked Jack. "Just now he is only heir presumptive. But he is the eldest son, and Sir Richard supplies him lavishly with money." In her surprise, Pearl failed to notice the unconscious bitterness with which her companion spoke the last words. "Why, how do you know all this?" she cried, tnming her clear eyes on Jack's slightly flushed face. "Oh, I was born in Westchester County, not far from the Burham estates. In boyhood I have often seen Lord Burham with his father. But," continued Jack, rather hastily-perhaps to avoid further questioning-"where did his lordship make your acquaint ance?" "Through Arthur," returned Pearl, with heightening color. "He brought Lord Burham in one evening and introduced him to Aunt Maria and myself, against our wishes." Jack muttered something uncomplimentary to Runde!, and sub sided into momentary silence. "Miss Pearl," he said, suddenly, "I've something to tell you. You've been grossly deceived all these years in being led to be lieve that your father in Calcutta cared nothing for you, or that he has refused you a home with himself." Pearl turned very pale at t11is startling assertion. "v\That do you mean?" she faltered Jae!.:: laid his hand on her horse's bridle rein. "Let Selim walk a while. And let us turn into Brown's Ave nue, where there are fewer people. Then read this letter." Pearl obeyed in astonished silence. The letter extended read as follows: "CALCUTTA, April 3, 188-. "MY DEAR PEARL: Twice in the past year I have written, asking if you were willing to com e out to India and make your home with me. The only reply has been one letter from Arthur. He tells me that you desire him to say from you that, being greatly displeased at my recent marriage, you prefer remaining where you are. "Without discussing this last matter, I wish to say that rumors have reached me of late leading me to think that Arthur is not a fit per s on to be intrusted with your bringing up. And at the risk of appearing harsh, I must try now to assert my parental authority. This letter will be given you by Carter, my confidential ser vant, who to-day sails in my schooner Petrel for San Francisco a vessel in which Arthur, with a Chine s e merchant, has a six teenth interest, and for which, on arrival in San Francisco, a freight is promised. "l request that you will return with Carter, who is thoroughly trustworthy, and have written Arthur to this effect, desiring him to make all arrangements for you and cable me by what steamer you sail. Carter brings with him to provide a suitable out.fit for you and pay return passage for both. "Of course, if you deliberately refuse I can do no more. In this case the money Carter brings must be applied for the expenses of your future education, etc. I trust the sent yearly for this purpose has b e en sufficient. "My dear child, I do not mean to be hars h. My marriage with Princess Najada has not changed my affection for you in the least. It is as strong as when I was forced to send you from me to America in sickly childhood till you should be strong and old enough to endure this hot climate. Were I a well man I should come for you myself, but I am sadly broken in these, my late years God bless you, my child. I shall wait word from Arthur or yourself very anxiously. YouR LovING FATHER." Pearl's conflicting emotions as she finished the letter cannot well be describ'ed. But she had early in life learned the lesson of self repression. "This was written three years ago," said Pearl, in a strangely steady voice; "tell me, how did it come into your possession?" "I found it last night with some other papers of Carter's hid den away under a loose floor board in the closet." Pearl put her hand to her forehead in a dazed sort of way. "I am all bewildered. Jack," she "tell me, what does it mean?" "It means this, Miss Pearl," he replied, gently; "in sonic way your half-brother induced Carter to be false to his trust. Be tween them both they kept back your father's letter and ,probably divided the money." "But why should Arthur desire to keep me here? He dislikes me--0f that I am certain." "He probably finds the two hundred pounds sent yearly by your father quite handy," was the dry response. "Arthur has always said Pearl went on, with a little sob, "that father utterly repudiated and ignored me after his marriage, when, instead of that, he has been writing for me to come to him--" And here the girl's voice broke for a moment. "But now," she said, with a defiant ring in her voice, "now I can leave this hateful, horrible life behind me. I have a home and

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 7 a father to go to. Let us get back as soon as possible, Jack; I want to tell Aunt ?Ilaria the good news." Jack acquiesced as a matter of cour:;e, and the horses started forward in a'brisk canter. CHAPTER IV. JAC'K TAKES A HAND. Pearl, on her return from her ride with Jack, boldly taxed her half-brother with his dishonesty and treachery. "It's a rascally piece of business, Arthur Rundel," snapped Aunt Maria, who had taken a hand in the fray immediately on being apprised of Rundel's treachery. "though it ain't any morc'n I might ha,e expected from a man that runs a gamblin' hell." '"Auntie, dont !" interposed Pearl, with a look of distress. "I haYe no wish to quarrel with you, brother," she said, turning to her "but now, to end this discussion: All I ask is that you provide me with a sufficient sum to pay my passage to Calcutta-then J will not trouble you any more ., "And suppose I refuse,., ''Then I shall wntc to father and ask that he use legal means if there is no other way to escape your tyranny." "Very well," said Runde], throwing off his mask; "and now, Pearl, you\e spoken your mind, I'll speak mine. It don't suit my book to have you go to India-or anywhere else just at pres ent. so I shall advance no money-and you can write yonr father what you please." '\Vhere are you going, Pearl,., For the young girl, passing him swiftly, had opened the door and stepped into the hall. .. I am going out to get legal advice, for one thing," she returned. But Runde! sprang after her. "Youre going to your room! And remember, the servants will have orders 11ot to let either of you two women lcayc this h ouse unti I I give permission." Thus saying. Runde! angrily clutched the girl"s white arm with such force as to draw an involuntary cry from her tips. Now, Jack had heard the upraised voices, and knowing pretty well what was the subject under discussion, he stepped from his own room into the corridor, just in time to see Rundel's act, and catch the words. Every drop of blood in his body seemed to tingle in his fingers' ends. .. Let go her arm. you cowardly brute!" he angrily exclaimed. Unconsciously releasing his hold, Runde! stared at the speaker in wrathful amazement. Up to this time Jack. though displaying an independence, had always been civil and quiet spoken. "Do you knmy who you are speaking to?" sternly demanded Rut1del. '"To a sneak as well as a coward," said Jack. Rttndel"s face grew Jh-id with anger. 'Blast you, then, it is you who have been the cause of all this row," he said, hoarsely. "I found the letter in Carter's room. and gave it to Miss Pearl, if that's what you're driving at," sa id Jack, coolly. Carl. and one or two of the hall serrnnts, attracted by the alter cation, stood in br.;,athless expectancy. Runde], who was a somewhat noted pugilist in an amateur sort of way, had, at Jack's bold speech, suddenly launched forward, with his right arm drawn halfway back, and his muscular fingers clinched. But that J ack was 110 tyro, seemed plain enough, if only from the fact that his eyes never for a moment left those of Runde!, though he was perfl!ctly conscious of the oncoming blow .. Taking a quick step backward, Jack ducked lightly, and throw ing up his left fore-arm, parried cleverly, while at the same time he sent his right fist out-and up. The blow, having considerable muscular power behind it, caught Runde] fairly under the chin with force enough not only to make his jaws rattle, b.ut to nearly lift him from his feet! Uttering a howl of anger, the infuriated man made a Sullivan like rush on his younger adversary. who, gathering himself for the occasion, struck squarely and straight out from the shoulder. "Stan' from under-der olt boy was der pay now!" gasped Carl, as Rundel measured his length on the hall floor. "Sure, the bye has knocked the boss silly!" :\1ike, the porter. "Bring some wather-or mebbe whiskey'd be betherone of yez." Jack looked ruefully at his own bruised knuckle. "By J ove! I didn't mean to hit him so hard," he said. I s he nry much hurt, Carl?" Before that youth, 1d10 was holding a tumbler to Rundel's lips after he was dragged to a sitting posture, could reply, Runde! spoke for himself. To the unmitigated astonishment of all present his voice was composed, while so far as was compatible with his bruised jaws, he favored Jack with a smile that was chiidlike and bland. .. Jack," he said, "you' re a trump. I didn't think it was in you. You've bested me, and that"s what few sparring men in the city can do. Give me a hand to get up, will you?" The speaker's manner and address, so entirely unlike what was looked for, struck the onlookers dumb. Jack, a little ashamed of his ebullition as he grew cooler, stepped forward-rather cautiously, it must be admitted-and helped Run del to his feet. 'Tm very quick-lempered, and I-forgot myself, Mr. Runde!," he said-not so much in the tone apologetic as explanatory. Runde] tossed off the remaillder of the whiskey, felt a fastgathering lump half as big as a pullet's egg on his forehead, and gave a ghastly sort of smile. "I hope you won't forget yourself again that way," he remarked, in a tone intended to be pleasant. Jack murmured something unintelligible and turned away-too quickly, indeed, to sec the fiendish expression that fl.ashed across Rundel's face . "The tcfil was in his eye bigger'n one woodchuck. You look out, Jack," said Carl, shaking his head as, a little later, the two met on the landing. Ilefore Jack could reply, the door of Pearl's chamber opened, revealing Miss Jones in the doorway. .. Jack, you come in here! Pearl and me wants to have a talk along of you," she whispered. A command which J ack obeyed on the instant. Pearl, looking agitated but >ery lovely, extended her slim, white hand, which Jack held in his own longer than seemed actually necessary. "If I write father it will be weeks before I can hear from him,'' said Pearl. .. And under the circumstances, I think I am justified in trying to go to him without further delay. I "ant you, Jack, first of all. to help me escape from this house." Jack laughed. 'Willingly, :\Iiss Pearl. though to tell the truth, I don"t see anything lo prevent you from walking out lho front door and call ing a cab at any time." 'That is because you do not know my half-brother us well as I. The sen-ants-Carl excepted-arc alt afraid of him. :!\'ot one

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8 BRAVE .AND BOLD. dares disobey in the smallest thing. Nothing is easier than for him to keep me a prisoner here for an indefinite time." Jack opened his eyes rather widely. Secretly, he thought Pearl overestimated Rundel's powers of evil doing. And then, all at once, there came the remembrance of Carter's sudden and mysteribus disappearance. "Very well, Miss Pearl, I will help you in any way you may sug gest. Now, what do you propose?" But the plan agreed was to sail on the Petrel, and the ladies were to be ready to go the following evening. Carl was to sail with them as a companion. CHAPTER V. LORD BURHAM TO THE RESCUE. "I wisht Jack was gain' to sail along of us," said Aunt Maria. A slight flush tinged the oval of Pearl's cheek, but she did not reply at once. "I wish he would come," she finally responded. "The Petrel sails at eight, and it's five now. It will take us an hour at lea st to reach the vessel. And how are we going to get away from the house if Jack isn't here to help us off. as he promised?" The maiden lady looked dubiously about the room. Two well filled satchels were in readiness by the door. Each lady was dressed in a traveling suit. Jack h a d s muggled out from time to time enough clothing and nece ssa ries for the intended voyage to fill a goodly-sized trunk, which even then was awaiting them in a stateroom on board the schooner Petrel, lying in the stream a cable's length distant from the Alta steamship wharf. For, true to his threat, Runde! had given strict orders to the servants not to allow either Pearl or her aunt to leave the house without his consent, on any pretext whatever. But Jack had bid them be of good cheer. When the appointed time came he pro posed seeing the two ladies through the hall door in the face of the servants, or even Arthur Runde! himself. No strategy whatever was intended-only such muscular action as might be needed in case of active resistance And since the lit tle affair with Runde!, Jack's athletic prowess was looked upon with great respect by every one employed about the premises. Half-past five and no Jack! Aunt Maria arose to her feet and grasped her umbrella as a knight of old his trusty sword. "Somethin's happened to hinder Jack from comin'," she said, "and if we lose this chance of gettin' to your pa out'n Injy, 'tain't likely we'll have another, for we haven't got money enough betwixt us to pay our passage in no steamer. Come on, Pearl! I'm goin' through that hall door if a whole battalion of Rundels stood in the way." Well, the case was a desperate one requiring a desperate remedy. Without a word Pearl, paler than her wont, but outwardly calm, put on her hat, and throwing her wraps over her arm took up her traveling bag. Miss Jones attached herself to her own property, and with her sharp chin a trifle elevated led the way. "I'm sorry, mum, but you know what Mr. Rundel's orders isnot to let the one or the other of ye's lave the house widout the word from himsilf." The speaker was Mike, who firmly but respectfully met the two at the foot of the wide hall stairs, while a couple of white-coated servants paused to render assistance if need be. "But, Michael, you forget yourself!" said Pearl, indignantly. "What right have you, or any one, to prevent us from going out?" "It's might makes right, Miss Pearl," returned Mike, "and I'm not forgittin'; I'm rememberin'. 'Mike,' says Misther Runde!, to /' me only yisterday, 'av ye let the wimmin-folks lave the house till I tell ye, I'll break ev'ry bone in yer body.' An' he's the man to kape his wurrd." "Oh, he is, is he?" snapped Aunt Maria, vengefully. "Now, look here, you red-headed Hibernian, stan' away from that door; do you hear?" The fling at his carrotty locks aroused Mike's ire. "Indade and I'll not, fer any dried-up ould maid in Ameriky," he retorted. "So now-Oow-w-w murder! take her off, some one." For, raising the umbrella, Aunt Maria had brought it down with a tremendous thwack on Mike's head, following up the blow with two others equally severe. "Aunt Maria! for Heaven's sake don't!" cried Pearl, greatly dismayed. But Miss Jones' blood was fairly up. S ta n' away from that door, I tell you !"-a thump from the umbrella emphasizing each word, as Mike, protecting his head with one hand, wildly endeavored to wrest the offensive weapon from its wielder with the other. Suddenly a latch-key rattled in the lock, and the hall door opened, admitting Runde!, accompanied by two gentlemen in full dress. For a moment the trio stood aghast at the peculiar tableaux. Pearl's heart sank within her as thus the last hope of escape seemed cut off, and even Aunt Maria seemed for the moment dis mayed. "What the devil is all this?" angrily demanded Runde!. "It means," responded the maiden lady, finding and elevating her voice at the same time, "that this is a free country, and men Pearl don't mean to be kep' prisoners no longer by you, Arthur Runde!! Open that door and let us out.'' "Not to-night-some other night, Aunt Maria," mockingly re turned Runde!, seemingly for the moment forgetful of his two companions, whose faces were indistinguishable in the gather ing twilight. "And you, Pearl, go back to your room," he went on, as one of the servants turned on the gas. "What are you thinking of?" But the sudden illumination had revealed to Pearl in one of Rundel's companions the face of Lord Burham. With a sudden impulse she sprang to his side. "Oh. Lord Burham," she said in a rapid undertone, "help usdo h elp u s My half-brother is holding us here against our wilt." Now, Lord Burham, with all his faults of omission and commis s ion was a true gentleman. And no sooner bad P ea rl thus mad e appeal, than he bowed and said: "Most certainly, Miss Runde!. And you may command my serv ices in any way you wish Thus saying, he coolly walked to the door and threw it open. Aunt Maria dodged through like a shot. "Lord Burham," angrily exc1aimed Runde!, stepping in front of Pearl, who was about to follow, ''I'li trouble you not to in terfere in my family matters ." Now, when in the least excited the young Englishman invariably affected a Lord Dundreary style of speech. Heaven only know s why, unless as a cover for the excitement itself. "De-ah boy, stand away and allow the lady to pawss out," he drawled. And with the words he "yanked" Mr. Runde! one side with sudden force "Now, Miss Rundel"-and Pearl slipped through the door to the side of her aunt, who stood on the steps beckoning a distant cabman with what was left of the shattered umbrella.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 9 Uttering an imprecation, Runde! attempted to follow. "I wouldn't, old chappie. You're excited, don't you know, and there's a 'bobby' across the street starin' vewy hard this way." Lord Burham, thus speaking, stepped quickly out and banged the door in the face of Runde!, who, not caring for a closer in vestigation on the part of the policeman, did not attempt to follow. "Where shall I tell the fellow to drive?" politely asked Lord Burham, having assisted the rejoicing females into the cab. "The Alta steamship wharf. And as quickly as possible, please. And, oh, Lord Burham, we are so grateful to you!" The cabman, who had heard the response, touched his horse before Lord Burham could command a response. The cab rattled away, leaving him bare-headed on the pavement, with his monocle in one eye, the picture of bewilderment, while inside the vehicle Aunt Maria gave free vent to her joy at their escape. Pearl said but little. Her mind was too foll of conflicting en10t ions. Now that the important step was taken, various doubts and fears as to its wisdom began to arise. The long voyage across the Pacific in a vessel of less than two lnmdred tons burden, the accommodations on board, the officering and all. For Pearl knew nothing of the Petrel or of Captain Benjamin Bolt, her master, excepting what had been told her by Jack, who had himself made all the arrangements for their passage. And Jack? Could it be that anything had happened to himperhaps through the agency of Runde! himself? Could--"Here we be," said Aunt Maria, cutting short Pearl's anxious reflection; and in another moment the two were standing, half dazed and bewildered, nl"ar the end of the wharf, where a steamer was blowing off steam, while another was making fast with the usual bustle and confusion attendant upon similar scenes. CHAPTER VI. ALL ABOARD FOR INDIA. The cabman was duly paid and dismissed. Confused by the commotion going on about them, the two stood near the landing slip at the extreme verge of the long pier, keeping watch and ward over their traveling bags and wraps till some one from the Petrel should put in an appearance. For Captain Benjamin Bolt had sent them word by Jack that a boat would come after them with a suitable person in charge; and Jack's mysterious, as well as unexpected absence, made this part of the programme as perplexing as all the rest. Luckily they had not long to wait. A young man in sailor's attire, having features of a Spanish cast and gleaming black eyes, hastily ascended the steps from the water's edge. "The ladies for the Petrel?" And the speaker. cast a boldly admiring glance at Pearl herself, raising his cap at the same time. "That's us, young man; what might your name be?" Thus queried Aunt Maria in her most incisive tones. "Manuel Blasco, the Petrel's mate, at your service. This way, if it please you." Mr. Blasco politely assisted the ladies and their luggage into the boat at the foot of the landing steps. Motioning two darkfaced sailors to push off, he took the tiller ropes, and in a few moments they were standing on the Petrel's quarter-deck, where Captain Bolt received them with a certain rough courtesy which placed both immediately at' their ease. The captain was a rather jovial-looking seafarer of middle age, with a weather-beaten, good-humored face; stiff, iron-gray hair, and a peculiar habit of occasionally thinking aloud, of which, ho wever, h e was generally unconscious. This latter peculiarity Jack had mentioned to Pearl indirectly. So, though a trifle embarrassed, she was not altogether surprised when Captain Bolt, having shown them below, remarked sotto 71oce: "Hum; well, Bolt, you're in luck far as passengers are con cerned. :Miss Pearl's han"some as a picture, but for such a battered old hulk as I be, her aunt's more to my taste Kind of slim sparred and figger-head a bit weather-beaten, but a good, clean run a'!ld--" "Eh?" sharply interrupted Aunt Maria, poking Captain Bolt in the ribs with the umbrella-handle. "\i\/hy, bless the man I he's dreaming." "Exactly, mum," returned Captain Bolt, briskly, "it's the un usual sight of youth"-here he bowed to Pearl, who with diffi culty kept her countenance-' and beauty"-turning to Aunt Maria, whose face was a study-"aboard the Petrel, which ain't accustomed to such combinations." Having thus delivered himself, Captain Bolt threw open their stateroom door with a flourish. ''Make yourselves to home, ladies, and if you want anything, sing out for the stooard," he said, and tooK his departure. V\'ell, as it afterward appeared, Captain Bolt had up his own quarters to his passengers, and the Petrel having been built for a very weal.thy San Franciscoan as a pleasure yacht, the main stateroom was commodious and very handsomely finished in rosewood and mahogany, with every convenience. A trunk containing everything needful for the voyage stood in the room, while a beautiful bouquet of flowers, probably pro vided by Jack's thoughtfulness, ornamented the little stationary table. There were two handsomely curtained berths. with drawers beneath, a swinging-lamp, books in a case, and a door at one end opening into a tiny lavatory. "I wonder how soon the vessel sails," observed Pearl, as her aunt, with her accustomed energy, began stowing away their nrious belongings. "Don't know," was the abstracted reply. "What a fine figger of a man Cap'n Bolt is. Pearl-and then he's so observin' and s o perlite," said Aunt Maria, with what in a less strong-minded female rnight have been termed a simper. But Pearl was not paying much attention. The sound of rat tling dishes, not very far off, suggested the presence of the steward-he might !mow at least whether Jack had been on board that afternoon, which the freshness of the flowers certainly sug gested. Stepping to the door, she called: "Steward!" "Y cs, Miss Pearl." "'vVhy, it"s Carl!" cried Pearl, in undisguised amazement; but the face of the Teutonic youth expressed no emotion whatever. "Yas, it wos me. You don't s'pose I shtay to der clubhouse when you and Miss M'ria go heim? I come to 'Frisco cabin boy in der Smiderla.nd, and know der steward bizness, so Cap'n Bolt gif me der chance on Jack's recommend. Only if Jack did go I like it better. But he say no-he half not der money, and dot settle it." "But where is Jack?" asked Pearl and her aunt, in a breath, as Carl, finishing his discourse, stood with his hands folded under his apron, calmly regarding his astonished auditors. Carl's blue eyes opened a trifle wider than their wont. Where he is? I s'pose he come with you, of course. He tell me las' thing when he leaf ter flowers this mornin', that he pring you aboard hisself, and he look as if his heart vos preak to s;iy yo u 'good-py.'"

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IO BRA VE AND BOLD. The voice of Captain Bolt on deck, calling to his first officer, prevented immediate reply. .. We can't get off before the morning tide, l\Ir. Blasco," he was saying. "J just had word from old \iVah Lee that his niece, little \i\lciho, will be aboard, bag and baggage, in a couple of hours. She's goin' back to Japan by steamer from Calcutta. And I've got the promise of a man to make up the complement of the crew, if the boar.ding-master can get hold of him and he ain't too drnnk to be put aboard along about midnight. So have e\ery thing ready for heaYin' up by daybreak when the pilot comes alongside, and then let the men get supper. I don't see, though, where that young feller Jack is. S'posed, of course, he'd come with the wimmin folks. I wanted to say good-by to him the worst kind." CHAPTER VII. JACK'S DISAPPEARANCE. On the morning of the day set for the release of Pearl and her aunt, l\lr. Runde! was even more affable than usual. If he had suspicions that Jack was plotting to aid and abet Pearl and Aunt Maria in any projected attempt at escaping his surveillance, he concealed them most effectually. Early in the aftP.rnoon he called Jack to his room, where. sitting down at a writing-table. Runde! indited a brief note. which. duly sealed and addressed, he handed Jack. "I want you to take this to a rather tough-looking place, Jack," he said, "but you won't mind that. Johnson, who you'r e to give the note to (no one else. mind), has an indirect interest in a certain venture aboard the schooner Petrel, that I'm part owner of. She sails to-night or to-morrow, and I want an answer back as soon as possible." Chuckling at the reflection that he knew quite as much about the schooner's sailing time as Runde] himself, Jack gravely put the note in his pocket and left the house. By this time Jack had turned aside from the great main thoroughfare into Stockton Street, and thence in the direction in dicated on the letter. Well down toward the gloomy dock warehouses Jack found the place to which he had been directed. At the head of a flight of steps leading to a basement below was a dingy transparency, on which he read : "MARINERS' RETREAT. /' "A. Johnson, Proprietor." Descending the steps Jack entered the "Retreat" itself. "Rather a tough-looking place-well, I should say so," was his inward thought, as he glanced about him. The low-studded room. with its dingy wall and ceiling-the odor of liquor and tobacco-the little knots of hard-lodking men scattered here and there were all s uggestive of a den rather than a "Retreat." But Jack was perfectly fearless, and moreoYer, his varied life had made him acquainted not only with all sorts and conditions of men, but all sorts and conditions of places. Stepping to the bar, he addressed the heavy-fcatnred Swede who not long before had been interviewed by Runck!. "Mr. Johnson?" "That's me. \Vhat do you want?" .;From Runde!," returned Jack, extending the message. Johnson's face was as immovable as that of the Sphynx as he opened and read the letter. "I will wail for the answer," announced Jack, leaning leisurely :igains t the counter and vaguely wondering why Johnson, instead of hunting up writing materials, should eye him furtively, as one who sizes up a possible adversary. "You will wait? Very good. And will you takes somethings with me?" "No thanks." langhed Jack; "drinking isn't in my line." .. That's right,'' gravely responded Johnson. ..Young mens i s better to keep the head leHL But I will mix you one hot lemon that shall make to curl your hair." Jack had no objection to this, as he did not wish to appear offish. So while the proprietor was selecting a lemon, Jack stood listening to such scraps of talk as drifted to his ear from time to time. It was eYiclent that a comparatively well-dressed individual \'\a something of :.i novelty in the :\Iariner Retreat. Curious glances were ca t in his direction by more than one of the ea fo rers at the different tables. "vVhy didn't you ship in the Petrel, Kelly?" asked a weather beaten old tar. a conversation temporarily interrupted by Jack'. entrance; and Jack pricked llp hi ea(S. .. \i\lid Se\' en Ma laymen in the fo'csle? Not if Kelly knows hisself," \\'as the reply, and Kelly, \\'ho was a fair representative of the survirnl of the fittest from that almost extinct race of old packet ailors, tossed a glass oi fiery spi1-its down his throat, aft.er which he replenished his tumbler from a bottle at his elbow. 'J\Ialaymen ain't such bad shipmates when they 'av'n't any 'hhang' to che\\'-that is, if you keep on the right side of 'em," observed another. 1 "Bhang.. what drives em crazy like, ain't it?" queried a younger sailor. "I 'member of seein' a Malay to Samarang runnin' amuck last v'y'ge, and they aid he'd primed hisself with the stuff. He killed three wimmin and two men afore some one shot him through the head." .. I wouldn't mind the Petrel's ::l!alay crew so much," observed an ancient mariner with one eye, .. but there ain't money enough in Frisco to temp' me to ship in a wes cl when :\Ianuel Blasco goes mate of her." "Is Blasco mate of the Petrel? Thin, it's a good job I didn't go in her, for as thrue as I'm Kelly I'd cut om the heart of him before I'd bin aboard an hour-the cowld-blooded di\il that he is!" This pleasant ebullition from Kelly was received with gentle applause. "It was him as headed the mtttiny aboard the brig Norman when the cap'n an' mate was throwed overboard, though the cap'n's wife went on her knees to Blasco beggin' for his life." "Ay, she went crazy the week after, and jumped over the rail in the mornin' watch." "He was kidnapin' niggers in the South Pacific and runnin' em to the Brazils two years ago." "From pitch and toss to cuttin' throats, Manuel Blasco is handy. And him wid the smooth tongue' would charm a bird from the tree." These flattering encomiums from as many sources had hardly ended, when Johnson touched Jack's shoulder, at the same time calling his attention to a smoking tumbler at his elbow. CHAPTER VIII. DRUGGED. "Bring it in the oder room while I write the an5wer," said Johnson, with seeming cordiality; and Jack. not unwilling to leave such uncongenial surroundings, gladly consented, happily unconscious of the winks slyly exchanged by Mr. Johnson's cus tamers.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. II Jack dropped into his chair, and sipped his hot lemonade with relish, for, though it was a mild day, the breeze from the bay was chilly. "There was nothing to hinder you to take a nap on the lounge," Johnson said. I am slow for writing--" His voice, which even at first had sounded a long way off, seemed to Jack t o die away into a sort of indi s tinct murmur. 'All right," heavily answer e d the drugged victim, stumbling to the lounge. "I never was so sleepy in-all-my-life. \Vake me-'' * * Half an hour later a singular scene was being enacted m the same room . Jack's literally senseless form had oeen denuded, and for his neat tweed suit was substituted a coarse woolen shirt and patched trousers, rec\olent of tar and grease. Carroty Dan, one of Johnson's "runners," who had assisted his employer at the change of toilet, stood by the side of the lounge, with his hands in his pocket and his head a little one side, regarding the heavily sleeping victim with a sort of professional admiration. For, not only had the matter of wearing apparel been attended to, but a marked transformation was effected in Jack's personal appearance. For his crisp bronze hair had been clipped to the length of a State prison convict, or a professional bas e ballist in the summer season. And not only this, but a thin dilu t ion of walnut-bark stain had been applied with a sponge to his face, neck, hands, and arms, as far up as the elbow. "Not so bad a bit of work, eh, Dan?" remarked 'Johnson, rub bing his hands cheerfully, as he noticed the rapt attention of his satellite. "Right you are, boss. An' now, ain't it about time to be gettin' him aboard? Pete drlv the hack up to the back door ten min nites ago." Ten minutes later Johnson and Dan were helping what would seem to be a man dead drunk into a boat, which was quickly pulled alongside one of the anchored vessels in the stream. A few words were exchanged between the officer of the deck and the occupants of the boat. "He's the drunkest Malay ever I saw, Mr. Mate, but get him sobered off, he's an Ar," said Dan, as, a bow-line being slipped under Jack's arms, he "\as half hoisted, half helped on board. The second officer-a tall, round-shouldered man-stood at the rail, with a lantern in his hand, which he flashed in Jack's face. "You ain't playing your old tricks of shipping a dead man, arc you, Johnson?" he growled. And, bending down, he placed his ear to Jack's lips. "No; I see he's alive! I suppose it's some of your drugging I It's a blasted shame, anyway; but it's none of my business. Take him for'ard, and stow him in an empty bunk. Any luggage?" Johnson had gone aft for the advance wages of the sailor he had thus shipped-showing what purported to be a bill for board, clothes and liquor, covering the entire amount, which he pock eted, and then withdrew. Dan pasJ>ed up a limp, cloth bag, with a grin. "Here's his dunnage. Guess he s shoved his sea boots and ile skins up fer rum-leastwise, he hadn't none while he was at our place, did he, Mr. Johnson?" Johnson answered in the negative, and the two descended into their boat. "Blast ye for a pair of aa big scalawags all there is in Frisco I" muttered honest Mr. Farr, shaking his fist in the direction of the receding boat. For, once upon a time, Mr. Farr, wh e n a forema s t hand, had been "shanghaied" aboard a deep-water ship, and knew how it was himself. CHAPTER IX. AT SEA. An atmosphere redolent of tobacco-a whit e washed inclosure some four t e e n feet square, containing eight bunks and four sea chests. A miscellaneous assortment of rough pea-jacket and oil clothes, hanging at one end, were swinging and swaying in unison with a jingling tin lamp pendant from a beam overhead. Of all this Jack was vaguely conscious as he opened his heavy eyes. But whether it was a dream or unpleasant reality, he could not decide-indeed, J a ck was hardly able to think at all. And, as for remembering-he had forgotten his own name, even. Now, let me say, in passing, that I am speaking of what came under my own observation. The drug used in Jack's case, as I afterward learned is a peculiar preparation of East Indian hemp, but little know n this side of the world. It acts directly on the motors of the brain which are most ne a rly connected with the memory, and its effect is like tha t of a form of brain fever, from which the patient recovers to find-for a longer or shorter timethat his past i s as utterly obliterated as the figures on a slate by the wet sp o nge. Three sailors, all of whom had the olive hue of the far East, were squatted on the dirty floor, throwing dice for tobacco, thus showing the soothing effect of civilization upon the barbaric races from other lands. "What v e ssel is this?" asked Jack, managing with some diffi culty to find his voice. "Peter-ca nnot call rest 'Merican name," returned one of the sailors, squinting obliquely up at Jack. And th e n, to Jack's surprise, the man addressed him in a language he had never before heard. "I don't understand," said Jack, shaking his head. And, sitting up in the bunk, Jack held his hands against his aching tem ples. How came he in this forecastle? Where did he come from? Who was he, anyway? The remaining sailors regarded him curiously. "You not 'stand Malay? But you Malay, all same as us." J a ck s t ared at the man, but said nothing. And then, all at once, Jack caught a glimpse of himself in a bit of broken looking-glass tacked up at the end of the bunk. "Great heavens I What does it mean?" was the terrified ex clamation that escaped Jack's lips. A forest of bristles arose from his head. His face was a light copper color, like his hands-yes, and his wrists I Before Jack could investigate further, the forecastle door was pushed rudely open. A lithe, muscular young roan, with Spanish features, stepped in. "Now, then, your drunk has got through, eh? One might think it time. Twenty-four hours you lay on your ba.ck, snoring like a pig l Turn out here I" This gentle address, emphasized by an unpleasant show of white teeth, was directed to Jack, who stared at the speaker in a dazed sort of way without replying. Yet he was vaguely conscious that it was an officer of the ves sel, who, clothed with something more than brief authority, had thus spoken.

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12 BRA VE AND BOLD. An instinct-born of sometl}ing, he could not tell what-led Jack to reply after a momentary pause: "Ay, ay, sir." And though his head ached fit to burst, while his legs trem bled under him with weakness, Jack managed to stumble on deck. In the rigging a couple of sailors were seizing on chafing gear, while the forestay sails were snugly stowed on the boom end. down to meet the swing and sway of the swiftly, on-rushing craft. A stout individual in the weather gangway, who Jack presumed to be the master, walked to the break of the quarter and surveyed Jack with a sort of good-natured pity. "Well, my man, you look hard. A Portigee, eh? 'Portigee Tom,' your boarding master wrote you down on the papers. Speak English?" Part of the captain's speech was perfectly unintelligible to Jack. Bt1t to the question itself he replied: "Yes, sir, I speak English; and I don't think I am a Portu guese." "By Jove! you don't talk like one! What countryman are you, anyway?" But Jack shook his head sadly Try as he would, he could not dissipate the mist from his mental vision. "He isn't over the effects of his liquor yet, Mr. Blasco. Ease up on him a bit till he gets his head level. Carl !" At the last summons, a brisk-looking young fellow appeared from the cabin. "What was it, Cap'n Bolt?" "Take this poor chap to the galley, and tell the cook to give him some hot coffee and grub, if he can eat it." "All right, sir." Mr. Blasco! Carl! Cap'n Bolt! Had he heard those names in some other stage of existence inAnd why was it, as Jack followed the steward along the reeling deck, that he seemed to recognize the names of the halyards neatly coiled on the pins? And the schooner was running under a tworeef foresail, a balance-reef mainsail, with the bonnet off the jib, while the forestay sails wete snugly stowed on the boom end. How did he know this? For Jack could not recall the four months' passage he had once made in an English schooner-yacht, where he learned to "hand, reef and steer" with the best of them, when for two weeks he had taken the second mate's place, that officer being temporarily laid by the heels. No; he remembered nothing-absolutely nothing-of all this! Yet, strangely enough, he knew,_ by a sort of instinct, that he was capable of doing an able seaman's duty. Mr. Blasco walked away. Carl beckoned Jack to the galley door. "'For e de Lord, steward, wot's dis thing you bring here? Looks like he ain't wash him since las' v'y'ge !" A flash of Jack's old independent spirit was struck by the colc.:-cxl cook's remonstrance. "Mind your own business, Snowball Give me some hot coffee and something to eat with it; it's the cap'n's orders," he said, sharply. The cook, momentarily silenced, obeyed, with something like alacrity. But Carl stood stock-still, staring at the haggard, dusky visaged sailor in mute amazement and bewilderment. "Mein Gott it1 Himmel! How he speak like Jack!" he mut tered. But, though Jack plainly heard the remark, it had no meaning to him. In fact, if he thought at all, it was concerning the savory taste of salt beef and bread, washed down with great draughts of hot coffee, that had been handed out by the cook. And physically, the much-needed food made a new man of him. Having no past that he could by any possibility contrast with his present Jack became, perhaps unconsciously, equal to the situ ation. CHAPTER X. JACK FORGETS WHO HE I!>. "Now, sir, I m ready for work." So said Jack, addressing Mr. Blasco, mate of the schooner Petrel, on board which vessel Jack had been shanghaied after being drugged at the ;\[ariners' Retreat. "You speak better English than your s hipmates. How is that?" was the officer's sharp response. 'I don't know, sir." Blasco hesitated a moment. Then he said: "Never mind. Some day you will be all right again. I gi, e you easy times. By and by, perhaps, you may be of s ervice to me. Qiiie11 sabe !" (who knows.) That there was something under this very un usua l address on the part of an officer to a foremast hand, Jack could not but see Yet I hardly need say, he did not let this suspicion appear in word or look. HThcre's nlischief brewing, even at this early part of the voy age,'' was Jack's mental decision, as, strengthened and cheered by nourishing food and drink, he completed a job of lashing the water casks assigned him after which the watch was sent below. It was Jack's first wheel in the morning watch. The gale which had driven the Petrel onward till the lofty po rt als of the "Golden Gate" had Jong since blended with the };laze of distance, had settled into a strong, yet steady, breeze. The course given was S. S. W., and Jack's feeling, as the schooner, obedient to the slightest movement of the wheel, went plunging on, with her sails distended by the wind, were not un like tho s e of one who holds the taughtened reins behind Maud S., or some similar fast-speeding equine. A murmur of voices from the cabin was followed by the ap pearance of Captain Bolt, bluff-visaged and loud-voiced, gallantly esco rting Aunt M aria, who, truth to tell, looked a trifle bilious from seasickness. "Land of compassion!" was her first remark. on reaching the quarter. "Can't you do somethin' to stiddy the vessel? Ho!' me tight, Cap'n Bolt. I shall go kitin' over the side if you don't." And Captain Bolt obeyed, with an evident relish, until the lady was safely deposited in a steamer-chair, of which three had been brought up by Carl the moment before. Mr. Blasco, with a smiling display of even, white teeth, fol lowed. On one arm was a tall, beautiful girl, whose fine figure was displayed to admirable advantage by her close-fitting suit of navy blue flannel, while :i jaunty "Tam o' Sh.anter" crowned her wealth of dark hair. Clinging half timidly to Blasco's other arm, was a rather dimin utive specime n of womanhood, with the blackest of almond shaped eyes, a nd hair no longer in bewildering puffs, but hanging behind in a massive braid. Little Weiho, of course, and she was attired not un)ike her fair companion-with due regard to the necessities of a sea voyage. A strange thrill ran through Jack's veins, as, having seated herself beside her aunt, Pearl Runde! turned her splendid eyes upon Jack, who for the moment was oblivious of hi s raErged shi rt, patch ed bri st l y hair an
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 13 What did it mean? Why did his heart beg!n to beat so furi ously? Where-" Stiddy, my lad-you're a p'int to loo'ard of your course," said Captain Bolt, squinting into the binnacle, as Mr. Bl asc o very un willingly withdrew from the quarter, followed by the admiring eyes of little We1ho. Ay, ay, sir." Jack pulled hims e lf together, and brought the vessel to her course. Captain Bolt said something in an und e rtone to his fair companions. "You don't say so!" remarke d Aunt Maria, as Captain Bolt walked forward. And s he fixed her gaze on Jack with such s harpn e ss that he felt a trifle disconcerted as a remembrance of hi s uncouth outward a pp e arance suddenly occurred to him. None of the thre e p as sengers spoke for a few m o ments, as they drank in the wonderful beauty of the scene Indeed, an un wonted silence prevailed on the ves se l's deck. The watch were at work sewing o n some ol
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BRA VE AND BOLD. port of destination, it was plainly evident that, if a mutual understanding did not actually exi s t between the two, the time was not far distant when such would be the case. Thanks to Bl a sco, Jack's apparel at the wheel was a decided improvement upon that which he had worn when he first graspe d the sp o k es For the chief mate had fairly forced upon him certain articles of sea attire but little worn, from his own well-filled sea che s t. "You will take the m, Tom," he had said with a show of gleaming teeth, as the former entered a strong protest against such acc eptance-"you will take 1what I offer in all kindness, or else make an enemy of me." And "Tom" had finally acquiesced. It was not policy to make an enemy of Blasco--quite so soon. So Jack's outward attire on the evening of which I speak was not only neat and tidy, but in accord with the warm latitudes they had entered upon. A shirt of creamcolored French flannel, white duck trousers and low shoes, with a soft slouch hat, were vastly more to his taste than the tattered, tar-grimed rig in which he had made his first appearance. His shorn hair had taken a start, and was beginning to give hints of its former tendency to wave and crisp at the ends. Only for the disfiguring dye,Aack would have bee n a very presentable sailor boy. Even as !!''"was, his fine ly-proportioned figure, manly carriage and dark eyes, full of a sort of wistful entreaty, made Jack a rather noticeable figure among his low-browed, stealthy-looking shipmates. Pearl and little Weiho, who had grown to be great friends, came on deck later. Jack felt a curious p:mg of mingled envy-and, I had almost said, hatred-toward Bl a sco, as Pearl lifted calm eyes of welcome to his dark, handsome face. Carl was next to put in an appearance. His day's duties were done, and, being a somewhat privileged character, he was allowed the freedom of the quarter-deck in the evening. Carl, who had evidilntly "slicked himself up" for the occasion, approached little Weiho rather sheepishly, and, crooking his arm in a jug-handle fashion, invited the small, almond-eyed female to walk in the lee gangway. Well, Carl, wi t h his light hair, blue eyes and honest, if somewhat heavy features was by no means ill-looking or undesirable as a companion. And little Weiho demurely accepted. Finally Pearl arose from her chair. "I think I will go below," she said, rather coolly. And, refusing Blasco's proffered assistance, made her way to the cabin. A scowl replac e d the bland of a moment before, and Jack heard the Spaniard mutter something under his breath. Then lighting a cigar, Blasco walked forward, where Jack caught a glimpse of him a little later talking earnestly with one or two of the watch on deck. But just then the striking of eight bells was followed by the change of watches, whereby Jack was relieved at the wheel. Mr. Farr, the second officer, came on deck, yawning. Captain Bolt ascended to the quarter, followed by Aunt Maria, who clung to his coat sleeve like a burr. Blasco, instead of retiring to his stateroom, lingered on the main deck, and Jack had a presentiment that something would come of it. He was not mistaken. As Jack was about entering the fore castle, Blasco beckoned him to a seat beside him on the heel of the bowsprit. "'Look you, Tom," he said, qma him keenly, "you have heard things said from time to time by your shipmates that maybe giv e you some idea of what is in the wind." Jack nodded, for he could not trust himself to speak just at that moment. Blasco at last was beginning to show his hand. "Bueno. For your own sake you keep this secret. If you had been traitor you would give it awa y before this. The men tell me from time t o time that you c a n be trus ted. If we not sure of this you fall o v erbo a rd some fine night; see?" "I see-yes," was the cool reply. "But see you! I dQn't care a hang for threatening. I'm quite able to take care of myself." Blasco smiled approvingly. "You the right stuff-I know that from the first. Now listen. You know about the money? Very good. It will be share and share alike. But there is something better for you and I, who take the le a d." With an intuitive perception of what was meant, Jack clinched his fingers tiiihtly in the palms of his hands and compressed his lips. "Well?" ''I flatter myself," said Blasco, passing his hand over his dark, handsome face, "that I shall not make the bad companion for the lovely Pearl. You have perhaps seen that already she is pleased with my attentions. And if you have a fancy for the pretty little Japanese-there i.s nothing to hinder. You are not bad looking, and more than once I watch h e r make soft eyes at you." The uppermost feeling in Jack's mind just then was to clutch the villainous sp eaker by the throat till his face was as black as his heart. But restraining himself by a mighty effort, Jack responded: "I hear and unde rstand. But before I can bind myself I must know all your plans." "That, of course," was the reply. "Now listen." And lowering his voice, Blasco told his plans for a meeting. From the very nature of things in such circumscribed limits as on shipboard, it is a matter of considerable difficulty for a fore mast hand to get speech of his captain without the fact being known to his shipmates and commented upon accordingly. In Jack's particular case it was even more difficult, as while not suspected of double dealing, he was conscious of being sharply watched by Blasco, after the latter's remarkable revelation of a plot only heretofore suspected. Yet there was no time to be lost in putting Captain Bolt and Mr. Farr on their guard. The negro cook, who held Blasco and the Malay crew in abject fear, could not be depended upon. So, as Jack figured it, counting himself as a matter of course, they were four, including Carl, against eight. The defending party, it is true, vrould have the advantage presumed to be comprehended in the saying of "Forewarned-fore armed." And Jack knew that in the rack about the mainmast, which came up through the cabin, were a stand of army carbines of the old "Sharpe's" pattern, such as every vessel cruising in certain parts of the South Pacific should carry, even though English gunboats have greatly done away with danger of attack from piratical proas. But, on the other hand, two of the Malays at least had revolvers stowed away in their sea-chests, and if; was not unlikely to presume that all h a d similar weapons. Added to these were the sharp sheath-knives always worn by the sailor. 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BRAVE AND BOLD 'Norse still, Blasco had in his possession a small quantity of the terrible drug which the Malay uses when he would incite himself to some more than usually desperate deed. And this he was hold ing back till the proper time. But how should he get proper warning to Captain Bolt? This was Jack's continual thought by night and by day. Fortune at length favored him. He was doing a job of splicing on the main-halliards one after noon. Blasco had stepped below for something. Pearl, who was p;tcing the deck like one who begins to weary of the monoton.v of a long sea voyage, passed him so near that her skirts brushed his knee. ":Yiiss Runde!." said Jack, in a rapid undertone and without lifting his eyes from his task. "don't appear to notice that I am talking. but stand quite still for a moment, a though yot1 were looking off to sea. There is something 1 want of you-the fellow at the wheel has sharp ears and eyes." Though greatly surprised, Pearl gave no outward sign. Pausing in her walk she stood almost in front of J ack, and shading her eyes with her hand, gazed steadfastly out over the unbr oken expanse of blue ocean. "To-night when I come to the wheel, contrive to slip a bit of paper and a pencil into my hand-there is something Captain Bolt should know that I dare not attempt to tell him by word of mot1th." "I understand," murmured Pearl, who did not understand at all; and then move
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( 16 BRAVE AND BOLD. be found for them as usual, under the supervision of Blasco, whose smooth address and ever-ready smile were unchanged. The three women occupied themselves-or pretended to do soas though no such thing as danger or care existed for them. Cap tain Bolt, with a loaded revolver in his pocket, sat opposite his chief mate at the t:ible during meals, and conversed v ery much as ordinarily. And all this time the tropic monsoon waS> send ing the schooner flying over a summer sea and under a summer sky. Captain Bolt had matured a plan in his own mind-desperate, it is true-but the only thing he could study out. It was, perhaps, more feasible, as well as more humane, than that which had been proposed by Carl, who had received the startling news quite com posedly. "I takes some strychnine from the medicine chest and put it in rhe tea. P'ison the whole gang easy enough," was Carl's sug gestion. Mr. Farr had nothing to offer. But all that d a y he had been at work "serving" a round iron bar, some four feet Jong and three fourths of an inch through, with tarred spun yarn. In the hands of a muscular man like the tall, stooping second officer, sud1 a weapon would be like the weaver's beam in the hands of Samson of old. There was no opportunity to communicate with Jack by so much as a brief word, and this itself was an added difficulty, as those aft had no idea how he was purposing to play his part. :U,ut as, after supper, he went as usual to the wheel, he whis pered to Captain Bolt in passing: "At eight bells-look out." It was then six. The schooner was moving sluggishly over the moonlit swells by reason of the wind having died down, with the prospect of a calm to follow. Below in the cabin, the three women, with fast-beating hearts, had assembled, knowing their presence on deck would avail noth ing, Meanwhile, on deck, Captain Bolt was getting himself in readi ness for a grand blow. Already he had noticed that the Malays, who, as a rule, were quiet and undemonstrative, were talking and laughing about the windlass in a manner foreign to their usual custom. This was that the bhang was beginning to get in its work. "Mr. Blasco, will you just come here to the rail a moment?" called Captain Bolt, in a matter-of-fact tone. "This patch of _white sea we're passing through looks like we was in the deep channel to the su'thard of the group." Blasco came unsuspectingly to the side of Captain Bolt, who pointed over the low bulwarks. And truly, it was a peculiar sight, for the vessel was slowly plowing her way through a milky expanse of water, shot through and through with phosphorescent fire, upon whose surface the moonbeams rested with a startling weird effect. Cap tain Bolt gave one quick glance about him. The two were standing to leeward of the main boom, concealed by the bellying sail from the watch on deck. "I have seen it like this in the China Sea," began Blasco, eying the opaline waters, "but--" His voice wa s suddenly smothered by the strong pressure of one of Captain Bolt's brawny hands across his mouth. At the same moment, his assailant, throwing a muscular arm about Blasco's waist, raised him suddenly from his feet, and half threw-half-forced rum over the low rail before he could utter a cry. There. was a tremendous splash alongside, simultaneous with which Captain Bolt's stentorian voice rang out: "Man overboard! Mr. Blasco's slipped and fallen over the rail! Aft h e re to the boat, three or four of you! Put the wheel down, and let the sc h ooner come up in the wind !" By rights, the last order should have been first issued. But by d e laying it to the last, the vessel had forged ahead some distance, leaving Blasco at least a cable's length astern, where his head was seen bobbling up in the phosphorescent wake. Jack, with a vague intuition, derived in part from Captain Bolt's look, as the latter pushed him to the boat-fall, was slow in lettmg the vessel come up. As she hung in the wind, with slatting sails, three of the Malays hurried aft, where Carl at one fall and Captain BQJt at the other, were preparing to lower from the stern da vits. "Into the boat! Lively, boys-lively! Spike, ship the rudder, and take the tiller-ropes. That's Blasco i,n the wake. Quick, now!" Confused by the suddenn ess of the affair, the tnree tumbled into the boat, and began casting loose the oars which were lash ed under the thwarts. "Let go by the run!" shouted Captain Bolt, seeming to be greatly excited-as indeed he was, but for reasons of a different nature. Down went the boat, the patent "clip" h ooks freeing themselves as the keel touched the water. Urged to renewed exertion by the cries of Blasco, who was swimming with all his might, the Malays s hipped their oars, and began pulling like mad in his direction. CHAPTER XIII. A COUNCIL OF WAIL "I wish t'er shark might gobble him I" phlegmatically remarked Carl, who appeared the least excited of any one on board. "Now, Tom, put the wheel up and let her head pay off. Miss Pearl--" But Pearl, knowing what was expected of her, flew lightly up the compan i onway steps, followed by Mr. Farr, carrying a loaded carbine in eithe r hand. Pushing Jack gently from the wheel, Pearl took the spokes in her own small hands, for, to beguile the tedium of the voyage, she had learned to steer ordinarily we ll. Mr. Farr h anded one carbine to Carl, the other to Jack, after which he armed himself with the iron bar from the top of the house. Captain Bolt dre w a revolver frotn his breast. It was time. The remaining Malays, bewildered by the sudden ness of the who l e affair, and seemingly at a loss what to do without Blasco, had rush e d to the side, where they stood for a mo ment watching the receding boat. But as, the wheel being put up, the slatting sai l s began to dis tend, and the vessel once more bega n her onward course, a sus picion of the truth began to dawn upon them. With a blood-curdling yell the four made a simu ltaneous rush aft-to be confronted with two cocked carbines and a revolver. "Throw down y ou r pistols, you liver-colored devils, or we'll bore you as full of holes as a ti n sk immer!" yelled Captain Bolt. The l anguage of firearms is generally understood by half-civil ized people the world over. Moreover, they were without a leader. Sullenly enough the command was obeyed. Three ugly-looking self-cockers of the bulldog pattern were prod uced and laid on the hatch. Covered by the muzzles of the carbines, three ofthe Malays, in

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, BRA VE AND BOLD. obedience to another stern command, suffered their wrists to be knotted behind them. The fourth was conducted to the wheel, which Pearl 0but too gladly resigned. With a gentle intimation that the least sign of treachery would be followed by a bullet through his skull, the Malay was bidden to keep the vessel on her course. A new cause of anxiety was the but too evident fact that the wind was fast dying out. And in addition, a dense haze had begun to veil the moonlight, leaving only a faint, luminous spot to indicate the whereabouts of the orb of night, which, spreading over the stilling surface, left the vessel enshrouded in an ;:;!most impenetrable body "Of vapor. 'D'ye hear anything of the boat?" asked Captain Bolt anxiously as he wiped the perspiration from his face. But though they listened intently not the slightest sound was heard excepting the swash of the water about the bows as the schooner lazily arose and fell on the long swells, mingled witj;i the monotonous "p-1-1-a-a-p" of the reef-points against the almost idle canvas. The sound of voices or the rattle of oars in a boat's rowlocks can be heard a long distance at such times, yet nothing of the kind was to be distinguished. Captain Bolt drew a long breath of relief. "They've got turned around in the fog or haze, or whatever 'tis, and pulled off in t' other direction," he said, breaking the silence. Mr. Farr, who had laid aside his bar with a sigh as of regret at not having been able to test its usefulness, shook his head. "That remains to be seen, cap'n. Anyway, it'll pay to keep the best kind of a lookout fore and aft while the calm continues," was his suggestive response; which advice was at once acted upon Then a council of war was convened, from which Carl alone was exc11.1ded by being sent forward oh the top-gallant forecastle with a carbine to keep watch. The Petrel, no longer under steerage-way, needed no one at the wheel. The Malay helmsman, with his hands neatly confined at his back, was escorted to the main deck, where his companions were seated in sullen silence about the main hatch-their sheath-knives having been taken a way as well as the firearms. The entire remaining ship's company then assembled on the quarter. Deprived of their weapons, and made to understand that they were under the strictest kind of surveillance, with instant death as a reward for the slightest show of treachery, the remaining Malays, once free of the influence of the bhang, would be ren dered comparatively harmless, at least for the short time they would remain aboard; for Captain Bolt declared his intention of stopping at some of the islands further south, where trading schooners, or whalers in search of fresh provisions, touch. Here he would turn the Malays adrift, and, if possible, ship Kanakas enough to finish the voyage This decided upon, Captain Bolt turned to Jack. "Thanks to you, my lad," he said, heartily, "I've saved old Wah Lee's rupees and the vessel to boot. There's where my thanks come m. The wimmin folks-well, they must speak for them selves." Which they did, each in her own special way. Aunt Maria gave him a resounding smack; little Weiho presented her own plump olive cheek with charming simplicity, seeming a trifle disappointed that Jack, conscious of Pearl's gaze bent upon him, only touched his lips to her forehead. And Pearl, in whose beautiful eye was a suspicion of dewy tears, placed her slim, warm hand in Jack's. own. The contact thrilled Jack through and through. Especially as for a moment allowing her fingers to remain in his clasp, she drew him one side. "You must pardon me if I am inquisitive," she said, gently, "but your handwriting, which I saw for the first time in the note of warning to Captain Bolt, was so like that of a-a very dear friend of my own and Aunt Maria's, that I want to ask you a question or two." "Anything that I can tell you, I will," returned Jack. And perhaps-unconscious)y-he retained the small hand nestling like a snowflake in his own brown palm. "Is it some severe illness that seems to have so strangely shut. out everything of the past from your mind?" she asked, bending her clear eyes intently on Jack's own. Who shall say by what strange and subtle influence the look thus exchanged seemed to touch some hidden chord of memory? "Alas, I cannot tell that," he sadly exclaimed, "but this much has come to me from the touch of your hand-and the look in your eyes. Somewhere-at-some time, Miss Pearl, I have known you--" "There has been foul play in some way," Jack went on, hur riedly-"perhaps a blow on the head producing pressure upon the brain--I have heard of such things. For, see--" With a quick movement Jack pushed his sleeve above his elbowJ Beyond the disfigured stain was the firm white flesh I CHAPTER XIV. BOARDED! As Jack revealed the fact that his outward coloring was not due to nature's handiwork, Pearl uttered a little cry of astonish ment. "I might have guessed it," she said, breathlessly. "Oh, Jack-it must be Jack! Try and remember. The Pacific Club House in San Francisco-my wicked half-brother, Arthur Runde!, who kept back the letters from my own father in India, to join whom I am making this voyage, with Aunt Maria as companion--" "Jack, Jack," dreamily repeated that yciung man, drawing nearer the side of the agitated girl ; "it dimly seems as though in a dream you had called me that before. It must be so; your wom an's instinct is truer than mine." Jack had unconsciously drifted into the first bit of melodramatic s peech of which he was ever guilty. Yet there was nothing melo dramatic in his action. For the two had gradually withdrawn from the group at the after end of and the dense haze surrounding the vessel was almost as impenetrable as the soft gloom of a tropic night. "Pearl," said Jack, very low and tenderly, stealing his arm about her supple, yielding form-"my Pearl!" And a.s the trembling girl turned her lovely face toward his own, their lips met in one long, clinging kiss. The whole world became changed for them then. All the perils passed and hardships to come were forgotten as the two stood side by side repeating the old, old story-which is ever new. "'Pears to me," remarked Aunt Maria, rubbing the top of he r sharp nose impatiently as she peered througll the vapor which en shrouded the Petrel from stem to stern-" 'pears to me Pearl's a good while sayin' what she had to say to that young feller. And I don't make out but one of 'em standin' tthere-or else the two is dretful dost together; which ain't like Pearl, seeing she's the properest kind of a young girl that ever lived." "Oh, I it's all right," returned Captain Bolt, with a sly

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BRA VE AND BOLD. twinkle in his eye; "this fog-bank is kind of deceiving, anyway, and--" The conclusion of his speech was never heard. All at once 'the veil of mist at the vessel's bow was shot through by a shaft of flame. A shaTp report went echoing through the air. Then fol lo wed a frenzied shout from Carl. "Look out-d'er boat--" Before the sentence was completed, four men, infuriated, blind with rage, swarmed in over the bows. In an instant the discharged carbine was snatched from his hand, while poor Carl himself was struck insensible by a blow from the butt. With a wild yell, the Malays, headed by Bla sco, rushed for ward. The yell was echoed by the bound m e n on the deck, whose lashings were severed with lightning-like rapidity by Spike. Shouting something in the Malay tongue, Blasco, whose face was that of a veritable demon, discharged the carbine in quick suc cession at the little group on the quarter, who, taken completely by surprise, were standing in a confused huddle. Captain Bolt thr. ew up his arms with a wild cry, and fell heavily to the deck, with a torrent of blood streaming from his temple,' which a bullet had grazed with sufficient force to render him insensible. Hastily ordering Pearl below. out of the range of stray bullets, Jack dashed to the side of Mr. Farr, who had snatched his iron bar-picking up a dropped carbine on the quarter. But, before he could throw it to his shoulder, the infuriated Malays were upon them. Then, Jack says, a sort of bloody film came before his eyes. He remembers clubbing the carbine, and bringing it down on a Malay skull, with a horrible, crushing sound. He knew that Blasco turned aside a revolver pointed at his head-though not from merciful motives-ah, no! Jack was to be reserved for something less painless than death. He saw Mr. Farr's iron bar, swung like a feather-weight in. the air, fell two of the foe in quick succession. Then, coming face to face with Blasco, Jack struck a savage blow at his head. But Blasco sprang quickly one side, and before Jack had recov ered, seized him in a vise-like grip. "Devil of a traitor!" he hissed, as Jack, himself no mean an tagonist, closed with him, "it is you, then, I thank for this!" "Yes, it was me, you black-hearted half-breed!" panted Jack, striving to clutch at his adver sa ry's throat. But the odds were against him, for in another moment Jack; was struck down by a cowardly blow from behind. Mr. Farr to the deck, stabbed through the he a rt. The negro cook, who had barricad ed himself in the galley, was not in terfered with, partly by virtue of his office. And the Petrel was in the hands of her captors. Carl, Captain Bolt and Jack were bound, even as they Jay in sensible, and dragged to one side of the deck for disposition later on. Mr. Farr's dead body, with those of two Malays, were hastily thrown overboard. After which ensued a breathing spell. A bottle of brandy was brought from the steaward's pantry and pa ssed around without the formality of tumblers. It was a dearly-bought victory, after all. Two : Malays were Killed outright. One had a bullet-hole through his arm, another a broken wrist and a third a broken head-thank s to poor Farr's practice with the i\on bar. The female5 had barriladed them seh'es in the cabin, and no i'mmediate attempt to disturb them wa made. Some time after midnight a light breeze again sprang up, and the schooner was headed her course; and as later the rising sun began dispersing the mists, a new scene was enacted on the Petrel's deck. and Carl, both of whom had recovered conscious ness, were dragged into the empty forecastle and the door closed upon them. For Jack, something different was in store. Four empty water casks were fastened together by stout scantlings nailed across the heads on either side. A rough board platform was secured on the top, which, when the whole affair was put over the side was some two feet above the surface of the long heaving swells. Blasco stepped to the side' of his bound and helpless prisoner with an ugly smile. Killing is too good luck for a fellow that has done like you. We got something different," he said. "Hope you like it." At a sign, three of the men raised Jack from the deck and lowered him to the raft, where he lay with his hands lashed be hind him and ankles firmly secured, staring stolidly up at the cloudless sky, wondering vaguely how soon he should awaken from the horrible nightmare which was holding him in its clutches. Blasco motioned to one of the Malays, who severed the rope by which the raft was towing alongside. Ten minutes later, with the freshening morning breeze, the schooner left the raft and its living cargo almost two miles astern. CHAPTER XV. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY. "And now," said Blasco, "for the ladies." Mr. Blasco had washed off the powder marks, had shaved and arranged himself in a partial suit of white linen preparatory to his visit to the cabin. The stains of the recent tragedy had been scrubbed from the deck plank. The cook, in quaking and dread, had prepared breakfast for the P etr el' s captors. Blasco had braced himself for the anticipated interview with a caulker of brandy-anticipating, as he did, a storm of feminine reproaches and opprobrious epithets. "It is the old woman that is worst-she I will set ashore with my good captain and the Dutch steward. The young are easily consoled. And my fair Pearl will consent to a marriage by some missionary in due time, without doubt." Between inner cabin, where the three women had barricaded themselves, and the outer cabin, from which the mate and second mate's staterooms were entered, was a bulkhead, in the middle of which a small curtained window had been placed. \Vhen the outer cabin doors were open. a clear view of the deck wa s thus obtainable by the occupants of the inner cabin. And even when these were closed, the two uucurtained windows on either s ide of the doors p1:rmitted a partial view of the deck. Blasco threw open the door s and s tepped jauntily over the threshold. But there he stopped hort. The bulkhead window had been pushed open JllSt iar enough to admit of a carbine barrel being thrust out. The curtain hid the re s t, but Mr. Blasco had :111 instinctiYe perception that an eye was glancing along the barrel a little under a fold of the curtain. "So-they would think to frighten off a caller," began Bla sco, with an agreeable smile, when--" "Crack." went the carbine, and a ball whizzed past Blasco's head, so near as to clip a Jock of his crisp, black hair, and buried itself in the door frame. "C aramba !" wa s the astounded exclamation, "it must be fired by accident!"

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BRAVE AND BOLD. All the same, Mr. deemed it prudent to beat a retreat. On the report three of the Malays at their breakfast on the windlass dropped pots and pans. Spike, whose left arm was in a sling, hurried along the deck just as Blasco dodged from the cabin door. 1 Another sharp explosion followed. The Malay fell like a logshot fairly between the eyes. Uttering an oath, Blasco lost no time in seeking shelter for ward. Here was a complication indeed-and a dangerous one! The carbines were all in the cabin, with at least fifty rounds of ammunition. No one could venture aft of the for'ard house ex cepting at the peril of his life. The provisions and water were under deck. So, too, were the coveted rupees, and there was no access to the hoid below excepting through the main hatch, which itself was directly fronting the open cabin doors. True, under cover of night, the enemy might contrive some way of dislodging their fair foe. But the wheel must be relieved be fore long. And as the wind was freshening, the gaff-topsails should be taken in, or in a sudden squall the tapering topmasts might go. Blasco stamped his foot in impotent rage. It would not do to unloose either of the prisoners in the forecastle to send as an em bassy to the cabin, for thus the forces aft would be augmented. Worse still, the chart of the South Pacific, lying open on the cabin table, ought even then to be consulted, for the schooner had fairly entered the Central Archipelago with its network of outly ing coral reefs and islets lying between the larger and habitable groups. This, as soon as his wrath would permit, Blasco explained to his four remaining companions. One of them, known as Timbo, tall, gaunt, and one-eyed, tight ened his belt around him. "Shet d'em door, firs'," he said, briefly. Blasco nodded and drew from his pocket a small silver case containing some pellets of a grayish green color, one of which he silently handed the Malay, who swallowed it at a gulp. "Me, too," demanded a second man, and his request was ac ceeded to. Timbo stood for a moment motionless. Then a sharp observer might have seen a dilation of the pupil of his snaky eye, like that produced by belladonna, while in the very center appeared a lurid gleam The drug had taken effect! Under its baleful influence any risk would be taken-any crime committed! Dropping on all fours, Timbo crawled along the side of the house till he reached the after end. Poking his head around the corner, he paused to reconnoiter-"Crack !" Timbo lurched forward a little and fell face down with out stretched arms. A quiver ran through his limbs, and that was all. Blasco had now, including the man at the wheel, three left out of the seven Malays who had so confidently reckoned on sharing the million rupees. And the helmsman was practically useless as an addition to his forces, besides being evidently tremendously scared at the untimely fate of his companions. Before Blasco could pull himself together, the other drugfrenzied native drew his revolver and rushed straight toward the fatal door, firing barrel after barrel as fast as he could pull the trigger at the little bulkhead window. One louder report followed, and the Malay, aropping the dis charged weapon like a hot potato, uttered a tremendous yell, and ran forward, with the skin of his forearm plowed to the bone by a bullet. Nor did he stop at the windlass. The boat had been left tow ing at the fore-chains. Into it he tumbled pell-mell, followed by the one Malay remaining at that end of the vessel, he at last de ciding that discretion was the better part of valor. What could Blasco do? To remain would avail him nothing but sure defeat and disaster in the end. All was literally lost-vessel, rupees, and a charming wife. Hesitating no longer, Blasco, uttering a tremendou! execration, swung himself over the bow and into the boat. One slash of his knife and the painter was severed. Then setting mast .and sail, the stanch longboat was headed to the eastward, with the expectation of reaching some island group by or perhaps before nightfall CHAPTER XVL A PROPOSAL. Meanwhile Carl and Captain Bolt were lying, boumf and help less, in the dark forecastle, listening with frem:ied eagerness to all that was going on outside. Carl had partly recovered from his own stunning blow., to 81!6 Mr. Farr murdered and Jack struck senseless from behind. There was no doubt, therefore, in the minds of the two but that tho bodies of both were lying on the canal bottom miles astern. Then had followed the succeeding rifle reports, the source o-f which neither could conceive, knowtng Joe, the negro cook, to be a coward, while the three females were presumably cowering ln the cabin. But they knew, by the steps skurrying past the forecastle door a little later, that three men had escaped in the boat; moreover, that one of the three was Blasco. And the silence that followed was suddenly broken by Captam Bolt bellowing: "Joe You, Joe! If you don't come here and cut ua loose I'll break every bone in your body!" which rather Hibernian way of putting it had its due effect. a "Dey's gone, cap'n-dat Blasco and de men he had lef'; but dar's bin drefful doin's-drefful !" sobbed Jo'e, who was almost imbecile from fright, as with shaking hands he cut the prisoners' lashings. "But the wimmin folks-what ()f them?" hoarsely demanded Captain Bolt, as he chaffed his numbed limbs, which at first would not allow him to rise. "Oh, dem's all right," returned Joe; "dey take care of dem selves eb'ry time, locked up dar in de cabin after dem pirita fi::owed poor Tom an' de second mate oberboard." "But who do der shootin' ?" asked Carl, as he followed Captain Bolt out on deck, where the first objects meeting their gaze was the lifeless bodies of the two Malays. "De wimmin' folks, I spec'-dunno who else; for de truf is," said Joe, rolling up his eyeballs, "I didn't see much waa goitl' on after dey fastened me inter de galley." "Dat was one lie. You fastens yourself in, you big cowardf' in terrupted Carl. "But neffer mind. Cap'n Bolt, maybe you better take one little wash. You scare dem wimrnin folks bad aa der Malays." For the blood from the captain's wound had dried on his fa1le and in his hair and whiskers, while his shirt was bloody, smoke stained and in rags; and altogether, as Joe expressed It, he was "a sight fer to behold." But Captain Bolt was too anxious t() think of looks. Havins cast the bodies of the two slain Malays over the rail, ):>. waa nt

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20 BRAVE AND BOLD. at work scrubbing up the ghastly traces of the tragedy. Then he hurried into the outer cabin just as h e was, only to start back in wild-eyed amazement as through the small window, from which the glass was completely shattered, popped the barrel of a carbine. "There's another! Where on earth did h e come from?" a pitched, hy sterical 'Voice, which he knew belonged to Aunt Maria, exclaimed from within. Yet the folds of the curtain completely shie lded the interior from his view, and whether the leveled carbine was held by the speaker or one of the others, it was impo ssi ble to tell. "M'ria 1 Miss Pearl! Weiho," bawled Captain Bolt, dodging instinctively under the table, "don't shoot! it's me-and Carl !" A joyful exclamation was heard from within; the threatening weapon was ha st ily withdrawn and afte r a brief delay the door was unlock e d and thrown ope n. The three females stood grouped in the middle of the cabin. The carbines were in their plac es in a rack about the mainmast. Who of the three h a d been th e h eroi ne? Captain Bolt stood staring at the trio in amazement too deep for immediate s p eec h. Aunt Maria was first to the fore. "We-thought-you-was-all-dead," she sobbed hysterically "you-and-Carl-and-Tom--" "He, Tom, dead-t'rowed over der rail along ob d 'er secon' mate," interrupted Carl, "and it wa s one great shame, so brave as he was!" No one spoke for a little. Then Pearl, who had stoo d with her small hand pressed against her heart as one anticipating terrible news, sank on her knees and buried her face in the soft cushion of the cabin lounge. Meanwhile, Captain Bolt had plenty of business on his hands Having had his wound washed and strapped with sticking-plaster by Aunt Maria, he scrubbed off the marks of the fray; got into a clean shirt and as he mentally expressed it, began taking account of stock. His vessel and the consignees' rupees were safe. So, too, were the ladies intrusted to his charge, which was great case for thankfulness As, indeed, was the fact that he had got rid of his villainous first office with an equally villainous crew. The loss of Mr. r, as well as that of the mysterious "Tom"confounded in some stninge way by hi s passengers with the young fellow who had come aboard in San Francisco to make the arrangements for them-was lamentable, of course. But there were other and more serious considerations. His crew now consisted of one terrified Malay, who still stood at the wheel trembling in his shoes, together with himself as captain, a cook and steward. And the voyage itself was not more than half To run into some island port and, if possible, ship a Kanaka crew was, of course, all he could do under the circumstances. Whereupon Captain Bolt, after diligently consulting his chart, decided that, as the weather was fine and the wind fair, he would run down to Bonka Island as the most likely place to r e plenish his crew. For at the more frequent e d groups in this vicinity whalers are continually touching to ship n atives in place of runaway sailors. Thus there are always more or les s active, dark-skinned fellows speaking "pigeon-Engli s h ," and fairly acquainted with working a ve ss el, to be picked up through the New Hebrides and further south. So, with a stem admonition, the remaining Malay, who had been standing at the wheel some twelve or fourteen hours, was dismissed for a time-Carl, who could steer a tolerable trick, re lieving him. But it was a strange change, take it all around. The deck was like that of a deserted ship. A silence seemed to have fallen upon his three pa sse ngers. Pearl's fair face was shaded by a loo k o f sorrow as, with some black ribbons flutter ing from her white dress, s he stood near the rail with eyes bent on the dark water that rushed past the speeding vessel. Little Weiho was silent and abstracted. And more remarkable still, Aunt Maria's tongue had lost its sharpness, her manner something of its energy and vivacity. "It's the shooting that's weighing on their minds," was the good captain's thought, "wimmin are so dretful tender-hearted. I s'pose what they done seems almost a sin-to them." Indeed, Captain Bolt was considerably exercised on this same subject. For It had not been referred to by either of the three, and the ca ptain's curiosity was aroused to know whose had be.en the fatal aim, and which it was whose hand had trembled to the extent that one s hot had missed Blasco, while another had only wounded his Malay companion, as he had learned from their talk while he lay with Carl bound in the forecastle. This was in his mind as he went below for another look at the chart. Aunt Maria was reading the Bible, while the tears coursed freely down her cheeks, whereupon Captain Bolt's sensitive heart was greatly mover!. "What is it M'ria ?" he asked, tende rly. But Miss Jones only shook her head. "Now, look here," said the captain, patting Aunt Maria's shoul der, ''is it this shooting bizness you all feel so bad about?" Aunt Maria nodded and wiped her eyes. "I-s'pose you kind of divided it up betwixt you, eh?" ventured the captain. "'0le-we've took the solemnest k-k-ind of a oath never to tell nothin' about i-i-t," sobbed the maid e n lady, "for it's-a d-dret ful thing to kill a-a-feller-bein' in c-cold blood-or even wound one." "I see," briskly returned the captain. "It was you, then, that only barke d the feller's arm. Instid of sl'!eddin' tears for that, you ought to cry that you hadn't made a clean shot of it like the others did." "And you wouldn t thought none the less of me, cap'n ?" asked Aunt Maria, looking up tearfully. "The of you!" repeated Captain Bolt. "Look here! what you three wimmin did in that line was justifiable according to the laws of God and man both. It was heroism of the highest order. If you, M'ria,'' said the captain, waxing enthusiastic, "had a-done every atom of the shooting your own self, I'd have been prouder'n a king if I was y our husband-which, if you'll say yes, here and now, I will be if there's a minister in the whole city of Calcutta." It was certainly a very remarkable way of popping the question. But Aunt Maria evidently did not think so. For she said: "Yes!" in a voice that, ascending through the open companion way, reached the ears of Carl at the wheel. A little later, Captain Bolt ascended from the cabin, looking rather sheepish, yet with a broad smile on his weather-beaten face, which disappeared as he glanced seaward. For again, as so often happens in those summery latitudes, the wind was dying out, and the schooner, hardly obedient to the helm, arose and felt with sluggish motion on the long, oily swells, which were only ruffled here and there by faint "cat's-paws." "Another calm," he muttered, impatiently; "seems as though the Petrel had struck a streak of bad luck lately."

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 21 CHAPTER XVII. J1. PIRATE Quite early on the morning of the same day, a large lorcha of ome two hundred tons burden was standing acros the translucent, coral-bottom, islet-studded sea, lying between the Solomon Archipelago and the Central rchipelago-latitude about two north of the equator. This vessel, peculiar to Pacific water., was one of the swiftest of her clas., eightNn knots an hour not being an uncommon rate in a strong breeze. Yet to the ordinary observer the lorcha wa a rather clum y-looking craft. Her hull, coated with pitch, sat low in the water, with a gradual rise from midships aft, making the poop considerably higher than the forecastle, after the fa hion of an Arab dhow. But the ecret of the lorcha's speed lay in her sharp bows, shal low draught and immen e matsail of latteen cut, hoisting to the very head of the two "stump .. masts of bamboo half the thick ne.s of a man's waist. Though. c\'en then there was only the land breeze putting from distant island hore the lorcha went skimming over the mooth sea like a bird, yet with but the slightest di splacement of the waves. 1ow presumably the days of pirate and pirating a r e relegated to the pa. t. Yet the YOyager in certain parts of the South Pacific the Indian Ocean, and about the :\lolucca or the Sunda Straits, can tell quite another story. It i true the big Indiamen and the few clippers remaining in our merchant.,ervice seldom encounter the marine free booters of a score of years ago, unless becoming embayed among 1he islands about the or perchance dropping anchor in certain parts of the Java Sea to preYent drifting on to the coral reefs in a calm. Yet a few piratical proas and lorcha s till pursue their illegiti mate calling when the op ium smuggling or slave-kidnaping busi ness is in a depressed state. And it is not impos ible that the craft I am speaking of might be open to suspicion as regards either of the three unlawful pur suit .. Scattered about her decks were something like threescore men of different nationalities-though by far the larger proportion were frchn the races ea t of the Cap e of Good Hope. There were Krooboy and Kanaka, Lascar and Sooloo ese, :.\Ialays and Javanese, half-bloods and creoles, with others whose race origin would be as hard to discover as their strange dialect to be understood. Among these, however, were types of what we playfully term the civilized races. As, for example, the lorcha's bo'sun, whose hook nose. warthy visage, and fiercely pointed mustache, not les s than the< "sacrees" which rolled from his thick, sensual lips, be s poke his French origin. Two others, who by their dre s and manner were officers of a higher grade, were severally Scotch and English-men who, through vice and crime, had de erted or been dismissed the serv ice-"renegades," to use the common 1enn in vogue with eafarer The lorcha 's commander, moodily pacing to and fro, with an <'ye to the two men manipulating the large can;ed tiller. wa e i dently of European blood despite his sunbrowued face, of which but little could be seen by rea on of his having iron-gray whisk ers. He was of thick-set build. and walked with the habitual roll of a thorough seaman. "\Ve better have hung on to the s'uth 'ard of Borneo, or around the Celebes, after all, Mr. Mack," he said, his Scotch chief mate, who tood leaning against the mainmast smoking a Manila cheroot half as long a s a walkings tick. "Ay, cap 'n, but we'll be takin' our chances anywheres these days. \Vhat wi' the gunboats and a", there's mall hope of turnin' an h o nest penny at our line, whether it"s smuggl in' a bit of opium or pickin' up a tradin' sc hooner. Beesne ss is goin' to the yery de"il." .\Ir. :\Jack expectorated Yiolently after this little ebullitio n, and s ubsided into a gloomy silence. I shall stand on a few h ours longer," remarked the loreha'3 captain, unheeding 1 he grumble, "and if nothing worth while comes up will 'bout ship and--" A hail from ii sort of ''crowsnest'" at t he foremast head ar re s ted his further speech. "What does he say'?" '. \. s hip 's boat. \\'ith three men, heading to the east'ard, returned the second officer, who acted as a son of general interpreter. The captain took up a battered s pyglass and pointed it in the direction indicated. Then he motioned to change the lorcha's course. The tapering yards were checked in a bit, and with the breeze well on the quarter the lorcha swept downward to the distant boat with wonderful s\\ iftness. Seeing that the pursuers sailed two feet to their one, the pursued brought their boat to the wind, unst e pped the mast and sail, and as the lorcha rounded to, caught a line thrown from the deck In another moment the three comprising the boat's crew had clamber e d oYer the 1ail, o bedient to an imperative ge!ture from the commander. As may be presumed. th e trio were Blasco and his two remaining :\lalays, the latter of whom, recognizing some fellow-country men on the 19rcha's deck, at once joined them. .. Give an account of yourself," said the commander, shortly. Blasco, who seemed to be very much at his ease, as though such surroundings were not unfamiliar, shrugged his shoulden. '"Bueno :.1.y name i s Blasco--" I have heard of you," quietly interrupted the other, raising his eyes to the dark, sneering face; "go on. And stick to the truthi f you can .. Blasco hesitated Alas, he had not had time to instruct his :\lalay s as to \\'hat story they might tell. Yet, surely, like him baffled of a rich prize, they would n eve r be fools enough to throw the same into t he hand s of some one else. Anyway, he would chance it. \Ve belong to a brig bound to 1Ielbourne," he said boldly. "Last night one of the men fell overboard. \Ve lowered for him, and pulling around in the haze lost our reckoning altogether. This morning, when it cleared up, the brig was nowhere in sight. So we s teered as nearly as we could to t h e eastward to strike the nearest isl an d group." "Hum!" was the dubi ous comment. "\Vhat is it, Brace?" For the secon d officer, to whom one of the lorcha's crew had been making a hasty communication, came aft with some little show of e citement. Brace, who wa burly and big -w hiskered, whi pered back something in his commander's ea!". "Ah, I thought you were lying. lVfanuel Blasco ," said the commander, coo lly. "Very good, Mr. Brace; tell the bo'sun to point the yards for"ard. The vessel i s about twenty miles off in a S. by W. course, eh? And a thousand rupees on board! That sounds promising." How bitterly Blasco cursed his loquacious in hi! heart

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22 BRA VE AND BOLD. aa, obedient to her J.ielm, the lorcha's head swung aroupd and steadied at the point mentioned, can be faintly imagined. He stood biting hia thin lips in sullen silence for a moment; then he came nearer. "Bueno. I was lying. But, see you I there are three women on board. It was to save them I lied." But the lorcha's captain waved him impatiently away. "Go forward with your men!" And Blasco slunk away His only hope was that the lorcha might fail to overhaul the Pltrl, having only the Malays' vague directions to go by. B\lt hia hope 'iras doomed to daappointment. 'CHAPTER XWIL LOOTING TBK l'ETllEL. 'An hour la1er the schooners white sails were distinctly seen. And before the calm had fairly settled down on the face of the deep, the lorcha, aided by immense sweeps, was alongside. Captain Bolt, with Aunt M;tria at one side, while Pearl and little Weiho stood at the other, seemed half paralyzed at this new and terrible form of misfortune. Resistance would only pre cipitate matters. He knew but too well the desperate character of those before him. The lorcha's commander stepped to the rail. His eyes under their bushy brows glanced from Captain Bolt, irresolute and dis mayed, to the pale, beautiful face of P e arl, who stood drawn up to her full height, one small hand grasping a spoke of the idle wheel. Then he gave a sudden start, and Brace, who stood near him, heard him mutter: "My God I it can't be." Suddenly he turned to his first officer. "Mr. Brace," he said, in a strange undertone, "tell those fellows in their own lingo that I'm going aboard the schooner first, for a palaver with the captain And if one of 'cm so much as steps foot over the ni,il till I give the word, I'll put a ball through his head on the moment." Mr. Brace repeated this word for word. in some diabolical dialect which seemed to be understood-eked out as it was by pantomimic action with a pistol. A chorus of muttering followed, but it was plain that the white commander was held in wholesome awe, as no one stirred from his place. The lorcha's commander stepped lightly from the rail to the schooner's deck. "Captain," he said, in a gruff voice, which might or might not be feigned-averting bis gaze u far as possible from that of the females, "I learn that there are a million rupees in boxes under the ballast in the hold. We shall have to relieve you of them "No more'n we might have expected snapped Aunt Maria, who seemed to have fully recovered her wonted energies; "seein' that--" Pearl laid her hand on her aunt's arm and bent her stl\1dy gaze on the bronzed and bearded face of th\ man, who dropped hia eyes to the deck. "You seem to be a European," she said in a clear though slightly tremulous voice. "May I ask yon if you can protect three defenseless women from the insults of those-wretches on board your own vessel i'" "I should hope so," was the gruffly significant reply. And 'deliberately drawing one of the pistols from his belt, he laid the barrel in the bend of his left arm. . Carl, whq had been standing a little in the rear, stared very hard at the' speaker and rubbed his head in a dazed sort of way. The lorcha's captain, looking suddenly up, cauiht his eye. Carl's lips parted as though to utter an exclamation. The other shook his head as though commanding silence. Then he made a sign to his officers. Mr. Brace gave the longed-for order. Over the rail swarmed the crew, off came the hatches, and in less time than it takes to write th e accoun t a gang of men were tearing away the ballast r o ck below, while another, under the supervision of Brace, rigged whips, with which ten heavy boxes were hoisted out and transferred to the lorcha's deck. Meanwhile, the commander walked, pistol in hand, to the break of the quarter, followed by Captain Bolt, who, after a time, found his tongue "I'm fixed so I can't help myself, and it's no use jawing," he said, gloomily, "so if you'll stick to your word about the wim min--" "Don't worry. Not one shall be troubled in any way. How came you in this fix-without a crew, I mean?" Captain Bolt explained in as few words as possible. "So? And that hound of a Blasco wanted beauty as well as booty, eh? and hoped to win the favor of a woman like Pearl Rund el." "How'n thunder did you know her name?'' ejaculated Captain Bolt. "No matter. See here, Captain Bolt. I knew this vessel once. I've got half a dozen discontented chaps-Kroomen and Kanakas -who would be glad to ship with you if I sai'1 the word. Do you want them?" "Well, I guess. Only-there ain't no trick or anything?" ejaculated Captain Bolt, in wild-eyed amazement. "Your rupees arc gone; you needn't fear," was the significant answer. And Captain Bolt hurried back to his passengers with the glad news. A few hasty words to Mr. Brace were communicated to the Kanakas and Kroomen, who lost no time in collecting their scanty effects and tumbling aboard the schooner. The lorcha's commander beckoned to Carl. ''I see you know me, Carl, in spite of beard and all," he said, rapidly; "now tell me about Miss Pearl-ii she on her way to India to join her father?" "Yes, Cap'n Carter," was the dazed rcply--"tcr !ether was found--" "I see. Well, perhaps the little service I have done may make her think more kindly of her half-brother's tool and accomplice. Runde!, to get rid of me, drugged and 'shanghied' me on a China bound ship. I left her-got into bad company, and now, as you see, am in worse. Tell her from me that I wish her well. Good by." Before Carl could command hi5 speech, Carter sprang aboard his vessel-the grapples were cast off, the sweeps manned, and the lorcha was again on her way, with the rupees of old Wah Lee in the hold. Her course was southerly, and by the dawn of another day, aided by an upspringing breeze, she reached the lee of one of the large islands of the Solomon group. A boat was lowered, and Blasco ordered into it. "Going to set me ashore, eh," he said, half insolently, "well, I do not object." "No, I suppose not," was Carter's dry response, "and probably the islanders won't eitl1er. They're the worst kind of cannibals and particularly fond of white flesh. You're aort of a hali-breed but that won't matter.

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BRA V E AND BOLD 23 Blaico swore, implored, and threatened by turns as the boat was pushed off by half a dozen of the crew, armed to the teeth. .. It isn't half you deserve." said Carter, sternly. "I know your first record pretty well, and this last villainy aboard the Pet,.el puts the fini s hing touch to it. -Bo11 '<'O.}'agc.' Half an hour later, unfo rt1111atc Bla:,co found himself surrounded hy a crowd of rejoicing nati\es with filed teeth and ex cellent appetite>, who escorted him up to their Yillage, near at hand. with 1011d and continuous rejoicing. CHAPTER XIX. J \ C K S \ D \' E X T \: R E S And Jack-poor Jack-what of him all this time? \Veil, he remember concerning up to a certain pojnt. That i!>. of lying on a swaying, drifting platform. which arose and fell on the languid swells. with face upturned to the cloudle>s s ky. to o full for the time of agonized apprehension as to the ultimat e fate of the helple ss females left on board the Petrel to fully r ea liz e his own terrible si tuati o n Between rhe affray it elf and the rough handling of the ::\Ialay s ,, ho had placed him on the raft, Jack's shirt had been literally from the upper part of his body. .\s the sun climbed higher and higher in th e its burn ing rays beat down with fierce intensity on the naked flesh, ,,hich it soon blistered a,; with a hot iron. Merciful uncon sciousness through a partial unstroke came upon him. and h e lm r w no more excepting as one is ,aguely aware of certain things in a swoon. Thus Jack knew that so m e sort of large craft paddled alongside, and he was lifted on board amid a gabble of t o n gt1cs unlik e any thing he had ever heard before. Again he was conscjou of the tremendous rnsh and roar of breakers, and of being uphorne and swept onward to a bore-of feeling himself raised and plaad on some <;Ort of rude hand-b a r row, and bocne rapidly onward. Then all was a blank in .. dead" earnest. T he heavy beating of some sort of native drum seemed to waken Jack from a slttmbe r which he fancied must haye lasted a life time. But, strangely enough, not only had the partial paralysi s of the brain, brought on by m e ntal and physical suliering, totally dis appeared, but with it the Yeil which had so clouded his mental Yi ion since his appearance on board the Petrrl. E\erytbing forgotten in his experience al the Pacific Club hou;;e was s uddenly recalled-from his fir st meeting with Runde!, his introduction :o Pearl and her aunt, and the ucceeding tYents up to the gla s of hot lemonade in the sailo r boarding house. He was lying in a natin hut-or house-of peculiar construc tion. It was some twenty feet square. and perhaps fifteen high measuring from the ground to the ridg epole of the d o uble sloping. roof. The floor, rai ed four or five feet from the soil, wa: made of dried canes, bound closely together with s plit rattan. while the si des were of sago palm saplings. wattled with palm There wa s a cane partitio11 midway diYiding the structure into two rooms, either end of the }1ouse b e ing left o p e n so that. light, air and an unimerrupted Yiew of the miniature world out ide was freely afforded. The of this curious interior were of a m ost primi tive order. In fact. they consisted solely of a sort of couch of fragrant gras. es, over which wa; thrown the tappa mat on which Jack had been l}ing, which stood an earthen jar of por o u clay, containing cooling drink in the shape of palm wine and lime juice, which Jack drank eagerly as soon as his eye rested o n it. The draught gave him strength and he sat upright. That he was not a prisoner at least in the se nse of enforced confinement-encouraged him to believe that he had fallen into friendly hand s And 50, rising with some little difficulty, Jack made his way to the \ery front, where he sa t down on the raised platform. shaded from the burning sunrays by the arching roof ove r bead; the scene before him was one of see ming peace and tranquillity. Everywhere was a wa\ing sea of palm trees. surrounding the cleared space in \\ hi ch the village it elf stood. Here and there were dense thickets of tropic vegetation, having wondrous growth ;md luxuriance. Idling in the shade were men. women and children in different gro11ps, of a bearing and race unlike any that had ever come to Jack's notice. Some were jetty-black, with mild and pleasing features Others were of a nut-brown hue, with hair quite long and inclined to rather than a woolly tendency .\ girl su ddenly appeared to Jack s astonis hed eyes, ha'Ving sprnng gracefully upon the platform on which he ,,as sitting. he might have been anywhere from fifteen to eighteen, for in tho,;e tropic climates. deYelopment is rapid among the young. The oh: attire of the prin cess Itola-for this young lady was of royal blood-consi
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BRAVE AND BOLD. of Pearl's perilous situation and all the attendant terrible pos sibilities, and he groaned aloud. "Oh," he exclaimed as, rising, he walked to and fro with un certain step, "if I only knew-if I only knew! And that accursed wretch, Blasco--" "At your service," said a voice which had a sort of forced mockery in its tone. Jack started aghast and turned to the partition dividing the hut. Between the interstices of the canes. he distinguished a human form, while a human face with gleaming eyes was flattened against the latticework. CHAPTER XX. BLASCO REAPPEARS. "Why, Manuel Blasco, I tell you And who are you?" Jack could hardly credit his own ears. And yet so much that was strange and unexpected had happened in connection with this remarkable voyage, he began to accept this new "happening'' as in line with all the rest. His first feeling was one of hot anger, suggesting that he tear away the dividing partition and clutch by the throat the' man who had wrought such evil to him and his. ''Who am I? I should think you'd ask, after setting me adrift as you did from the Petrel to die of thirst and starvation?" Blasco uttered an ejaculation. "You are Tom? Your voice is the same, but Tom's face was dark-you're white as milk?" It was Jack's turn to be amazed. He glanced down at his hands and half-exposed arms. The sun's heat had blistered and scorched the skin so that, as he afterward knew, it had fairly pealed from his flesh as he lay tossing in delirium, while a cooling wash, applied by Itola herself, had done the rest. "The scoundrels who shanghaied me in 'Frisco stained my face and arms," Jack briefly explained. And, then his wrath boiled over again. "What have you done with those helpless women, you infernal fiend?" he demanded. "What have they done with me, you had better ask," was the sullen response. "Shot down two of my men like dogs and wounded another-drove us from the deck, and now here I am a prisoner, with the pleasant prospect of--" "Then they are safe," Jack exultantly exclaimed. "Safe-yes, and on their way to Calcutta-curseson the luck." Little by little he drew from Blasco a tolerably clear account of all that had transpired after he himself had been set adrift on the raft, though it was hard for Jack to believe it could lie true. He was just beginning to inquire concerning the strange action of captain of the lorcha, when Blasco interrupted him: "And you. I suppose old Koikoi's war-canoe picked you up. Through the partition, I watched them bringing you in. Red, like a boiled lobster, and yelling as with delirium tremens, you raved and tore so they tied you at first. Through it all Itola was by you day and night. Lucky dog!" "Lucky-how?" returned Jack, in unaffected surprise. "I sup pose," he went on, growing very reel, "you saw-er-her a little while ago, when she said, as nearly as I can make out, that she would be a sister to me?" "Sister! 'Tavana' means wife-not sister. She's taken a fancy for a white husband. Itola isn' t a cannibal, like the rest of thems he was converted by a native mi s sionary a year or two ago. So s he won't love you well enough to eat you, anyway. That's what they're going to do with me, though, as soon as I'm fat enough." "What are you trying to stuff me with?" was Jack's inelegant response. "I'm not stuffing you-I've told you the truth. It's myself that's being stuffed-with roast pig, poi, and everything else that will fatten. And I must eat or starve." Blasco uttered a sort of groan at the cheerful prospect sug gested by his concluding words. It all seemed so incredible that for a moment Jack could not reply. Cannibals? Surely, this pleasant-featured, ease-lovingpeo ple, could not be given over to such a monstrous practice? "But you don't seem to be tied or bound in any way. If you fear such a fate, why not escape?" "Escape l With haif a dozen big fellows lying around the build ing night and day? And every one armed with a spear or a club. Small chance, I should think." Jack had noticed two or three brawny, half-naked savages armed as mentioned, lolling in the shade near the hut, but had no idea that they were keeping watch and ward. And a new fear arose in his mind. What if, despite Blasco's insinuations regarding Itola's "inten tions," he-Jack-was destined to a similar fate? And he made a remark to that effect. "Don't fear," disconsolately returned Blasco, "you're all right. I know enough of the language for that. I've sailed this part of the Pacific before." "Kidnaping natives and running them to Honolulu at so much a head, I belieYe. If these islanders knew it, I don't wonder they're getting to eat you." This was not a kindly speech, but the remembrance of Blasco's reputation, added to his viUainy as to the affair on board the Petrel, made Jack forget himself for the moment. Blasco growled out an reply, and thinking the talk had continued long enough, Jack tttrned away "You don't offer to help a fellow in distress, I notice," called Blasco, gruffly. Jack was tempted to make a very different reply from that he did. "If I can," he said, quietly, "I will help yorl to the best of my ability." There was no chance for further speech. Through the canes Jack saw two of Blasco's jailers bringing in some savory-smelling roast pig on a bark platfer. And the odor remind ed Jack for the first time that he himself was faint with hunger. Another pull at the palm-wine braced him up, and assuming as unc oncerned an air as he could, Jack walked out. Not the slightest hindrance was offered to his exit by the outer guards. Indeed, they, as afso the scatte r ed groups on every side, seemed to regard him with something like respectful admirationespecially the younger among the females. And many of them were as shapely of limb and regular of feature as Itola, who just then emerged from the more pretentious structure occupied by her father. old Koikoi, and his wives. Now J ack's outward attire was decidedly primitive. In place of his tattered shirt he wore, thrown loosely over his shoulde rs, a sort of cloak of jappa cloth, which he had found at his bedside. He was bareh;aded and bare footed as well. Itola beckoned him smilingly inside the royal dwelling. Grass mats divided the interior into sec ti ons, and behind them Jack could hear feminine voices scolding o r l aughing. Once or twice the corner of a mat was lifted high enough to disclose a smiling, dark face, and eyes full of childish c;uriosity. 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BRA VE AND BOLD. 25 temporarily absent. And Itola had designs upon the .ward robe of her respected sire. Erom pegs at one side of the room into which Jack was con ducted hung a motley collection of garmentk There were sol diers' red coats, with tarnished gold braid; old-time swallow-tails, eruptive with brass buttons; army trousers-the blue and the gray-hung peacefully side by side; a gorgeous crimson plush vest, which might have been worn by the lord mayor's butler ; plug hats and battered pith helmets, and so on. For half the second-hand clothing from Shoreditch, or Petti coat Lane, in Lo!).don, as well as from the Bowery in New York, eventually falls into the hands of the traders of the South Pacific, who exchange them at a profit of a few hundred per cent. for cobra, pearl and turtle shells, and the like. From this varied assortment, Jack managed to select a brilliant hued flannel shirt and a partly-worn suit of serge. A straw hat and even a pair of low shoes completed quite a respectable outfitconsidering that it came from the wardrobe of a "King of the Cannibal Islands." "Mai" (come), "Jack,'' called Itola, in her musical voice, as she met him at the entrance. And, taking Jack's hand in her own small, brown one, she led him, looking rather sheepish, he thinks, away from the picturesque collection of huts. CHAPTER XXL AMONG CANNIBALS. If there is an earthly paradise, it is to be found in the island groups lying within four or five degrees of the equator. For here is an almost perpetual summer, where the hurricane months are comparatively unknown. The torrid heat, even at noonday, is tempered by the sea breeze, that brings on its wings t he perpetual murmur of the surf beating with cool suggestions on the coral beach. In a small open glade overhung with immense fern-trees and gayly blossoming hibiscus, was a pool of clear limpid water, fed by subterranean springs. It was fringed on one side by water lilies, both pink and white, which loaded the air with fragrance. Uttering a merry laugh, Itola conducted Jack to the.brink of the pool. 'Itai" (look), she said. The smooth s urface reflected the faces and forms bending 01er them with mirror-like fidelity; and Jack gave a little exclamation. Not, however, at the contrast between two peculiar types of good looks but at his own changed visage. For the gypsyish coloring-made m ore lasting, as was afterward known, by the addition of nitrate of silver-had disappeared through the peeling off of the outer cuticle, l eav ing the clear white beneath, which, of course, w'ls as yet un tinged by tan. In addition. his hair had grown long, and a by no means unbe coming mustache was budding out. And it is no wonder that the reflected face before him seemed like that of an utter stranger. When Jack had looked his fill, Itola led him back to the paternal residence, where a bountiful meal was served for Jack's special benefit, after which Itola's novel though innocent courtship was renewed, as indeed it was on each succeeding day, greatly to his perplexity and even his secret annoyance. For while many a bold sailor boy would deem himself lucky in being looked upon with loving eyes by dark-skinned ltola, Jack wasn't that kind of a boy. Pearl was the only woman in the world for him, even if his sense of honor and uprightness had not been what it was; and how under the sun to escape the proposed matrimonial alliance was his continual study by -day and night. To add to his perplexity, Jack, who every day was picking up a word here and a word there of the language, had to find out that at the wind-up of the marriage festivities, Blasco was to be served up in the highest style of the cannibalistic cuisine. That is-if he was fat enough. Vainly did Jack try to ple a d with Itola, as well as with his prospective father-in-law regarding the horrible sacrifice. Both in their several ways admitted the distaste they felt that once a year at least the old barbaric custom was renewed-the victim generally being some unfortunate from a neighboring island o n unfriendly terms with the Amatus-Amatu being the name of the group of which Koikoi was prime ruler. Yet both were equally powerless in the matter; Koikoi hinted not only that off would come his head if he attempted to interfere, but in addition, he and Itola might be made practical illustration of the very custom they would abolish. Further speech with Blasco was gently prohibited, and Jack was given quarters in a brand-new hut near the prime ruler's head quarters. It was quite extravagantly furnished-with a ham mock, a stool and a sea chest-the two latter being possible relics of some wreck @f other days. Well, it was a dreamy, lotus-eating kind of life--j ust such as would suit an indolent, sensuous temperament. In tropic isles of the sea there is no need to take thought for the morrow as to what ye shall eat or drink or wherewithal ye shall be clothed. The sea ab9unds in fis h the soil brings forth fruit almost spon taneously and the palm furnishes cooling beverages. And tailor 's or dres s making bills are not known, as, in fact, dress is conspicuous by its absence. But to Jack's active, energetic temperament, every day was forty-eight hours long. And most of the time was spent In secretly planning-or trying to plan-how to escape from his island environment and the blandishments of his Intended bride, who, fortunately, had not the slightest conception of Jack' state of mind. But how to effect an escape-that was the conundrum! Itola was his shadow. Like Mary's little lamb, she was "sure to go" everywhere Jack did. She followed him among the hills, and to the shore where the native canoes and proas lay hauled up or anchored in ( the smooth lagoon which lay inside the circling barrier reef against which the surf forever dashed and beat. excepting at the narrow opening where alone was ingress or exit. The shore itself was Jack's favorite re sort. Partly because here he could s it with his eyes fixed on the western horizon and in fancy bridge over the thousand or two miles of i sland-stud ded ocean between himself a nd Pearl, who he knew had probably reached her father's home in Calcutta. And in part, because of the m oored canoes and flying proas. For only in one of these could Jack ever hope to make his escape. Yet here again Jack was troubled. D espite Blasco's villainy, h ow could he leave him to his terriblf' fate without at least making a n attempt to liberate him? As for allowing Blasco to unite with him in hi s half-projected plans, that Jack decided against most emphatically. Jack and Itola were sitt ing side by s ide a little way up from the shqre under the shade of a group of sago palms. It was high noon The sea breeze, soft and languorous, just rnf fled the blue expanse where the sails of half a dozen canoes were visible outside the roof The warm, sensuous ai was droway with the murmur of the surf.

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BRAVE AND B OLD. One of phtmp arms had s t olen timidly about Jack's neck. Timidly, I say, because Jack had not shown himself by any mean s an ardent lover In fact, he see med rather a e r se to lo vemaking either by word or act. By this time, Itola, who had a wonderful aptitude for pickin g up the language, C'Ould chatter "pigeon English" with consider;pble fluency, while on his own part Jack had acquired a goodly number or words of the Amatu dialect. So, between the two, they con trived to keep up quite a conversation "Vanaka" (day after to-morrow), Jack, me your tavana" (wife), she whispered, placing her rip e lip s so near Jack's that he did what ;nost men would be tempted to do under like circum stances. And as Ttola nestled a little closer, Jack, yielding to the exigencies of the situation, threw hi s arm about her supple waist. "Eh-what?" he exclaimed, rousing himself from a brief ab straction Itola rather poutingly repeated her s uggestive remark. And Jack felt her heart beating with quicker pulsation s a s s he drew herself still more closely to him "Oh, thunder!" was his involuntary exclamation. He had been putting the evil day off as far as p oss ible. But Itofa and Papa K o ikoi evidently becoming tired of delay in so im portant a matter, had taken it into their own hands. ''What 'oh, funder' mean, Jack?" "Mean?" repeated Jack, recovering himself "Oh, it means that-Jack is glad of it." Jack's conscience gave him an awful twinge as he said this. Itola bent her dark eyes on his face t houghtfully. "Jack not look glad." Jack at once tried to do so. And with better suc cess. Then both remained silent for a few moments watching an in coming proa which, with its triangular mat sail inflated by the gentle breeze, came gliding through the opening in the reef with a swiftness almost incredible considering the light wind "That Hinau," exclaimed Itola, without raising her head from Jack's s houlder. "Him come from motumotu" (the islands) "over there." And she pointed languidly at a hazy out line in the far dista nc e "Who i s Hinau '" Jack asked, carelessly, as an athletic young savage, followed by two others, sprang from the b eac hed canoe. CHAPTER XXII. JACK'S ESCAPE. Itola smiled rogui shly. "Him want Itola for wiie. Ttola no want him-want Jack Hinau mad." An emphatic wish th at Itola had s miled o n Hinau's s uit, cro sse d Jack' s mind. And th e n Jack himself s mil ed o n Hinau's s uit though in a m ore literal se nse. Indeed, s uit i s a rather extr avagant term to use. Yet it was suited to the climate. For the young islander's crisp top-knot was s urmounted by an old fatigue cap; about his neck was a necklace of knuckle-bone s and jaw teeth-presumably those of his ene mies. w hile forthe rest, h e wore a pair of shrunken and dingy buckskin breeches that perhap s had belonged lO some English jockey. 'rhis much J ack noticed as th e newcomer approached, sw inging an unpl easa 1it-l ooking clnb studde d with sha rk s teeth in o n e sinewy hand. as a Europ ea n fop might s1Ying a cane. It mad e it very cmba rra sing to Jack :ro r Ttola instead oE drawing away from Jack, drew, if possible, a little nearer, and threw her ot her arm about his neck. All of which "ould haYc be en agreeable o nly for '.he presence of a third party. And the third party in question decorated his features with a melodramatic s cowl, which was made additionally unpleasant by the blue tattooing up and down the s ides of his forehead. Then he said something rapidly in h,is own tongue. having refer ence to Jack, as was evident by the savage look bent upon the latter. Ito la replied in what Jack thought wa s a rather triumphant tone, after which Hinau strode away in the direction of the village. Jack rather impatiently unclasped Itola's arms from his neck. He had never seen any craft. during his sojourn in the Southern seas, like the one Hinau had landed from, and motioning Itol:i to come, walked down to the water's ed ge for a closer examination. For this was the true 'flying proa" of the ladrones, only on a s maller sca le. The hulls-for there were two--consisled of hollowed logs, so me eighteen feet long1 pointed at either end like a whaleboat. These, side by side, with some four feet between them, were held thus by a cross-bar lashed to the gunwales at both bow and s tern. Extending oubrnrd was a heayy out rigger, whose weight itself more than counterbalanced the pressure of wind against the big triangular mat sa il. In each canoe was an arching house or cabin thatched with pandams leaves-one for stores and the other furnishing s leepin g accommodations A wide bladed carYed paddle in a bracket at the s tern sened as a rudd er. ''Proa go fast lik e laihi ( wind)-"Amatu proa not sa m e fast," said Itola. From which Jack gathered that Hinau's wa s a "clipper," as compared with those belonging to the island of Amatn. Jack made so me careless reply, while he sighed imol untarily a he thought of himself on board such a swift-sailing craft, flyin g m er the sea s in the direction of some civilized port. For the a11-11011ncement that his wedding day wa s so near at hand had made Jack long more than ever for freedom. The two were unu s ually s ilent as they walked s lowly back to the village. The train of Jack' s thoughts I ha\'e just hinted atItola's were b est known to herself. Possibly s he wa s contrasting Hinaus ardent devotion with the coldness of her white fiance, who see med to fight s hy of even so s imple a show of affection as walking hand-in-hand. And possibly s he wa s thinking how s he might punish Jack a little, after the coquettish manner of h er sex, by arousing his jealousy. For she left Jack' s side rat.her abruptly as they reached old Koikoi's dwell ing, wh ere the young chief was being entertained by a s mall con course of the villagers, to whom he see med well kno\vn, and im mediately began bestowing a se ri es of winning s mile s on 11er own lover, 'ho soo n withdrew from the group about him. Joinin g Itola, the two walked away in the direction of the miniature lak e o n th e outskirts of the settlement. Some of the young girls looked after them laughingly, while ot her s regarded Jack left thus alone as though they would b e very willing to s upply the place of fickle Itola. But Jack only s hrugged hi s shoulders, and as the soft twilight b ega n to descend. strolled listle ssly in the direction of the hut where Bla sco was a pri soner. ::\o\,., by this time. Jack was reg a rded \\ ith favor and even re spec t by mo s t of the not only by rea so n of his coming marriage with Itola, but the added probability of his su c cee ding old Koik.oi in !he near future as their ruler. So that Jack drew near the guards, who were l o lling list less ly in th e s hade offered no seeming opposition. Blasco sat crouched o n rhe platform, the figure of obese, sullen despair. He see m\"d to h ave gained a good l\y e nty pounds in

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BRA VE AND BOLD. weight since his imprisonment. Arld Jack noticed one of the native guards, with a hungry look, smacking his thick lips when ever he glanced in Blasco's direction. "I wish I could help you, Blasco," said Jack, earnestly-for none of those about the hut understood a word of English-"but I haven't the least idea how to attempt it. Indeed, I'd give the world to get away myself.'' "Bah I" was the growling response-"that yarn is to tell the marines Much one must want to get away with the prospect of Itola and a half-dozen more good-looking wives when old Koikoi di es, to say nothing of taking his place as ruler of the island.'' "That sort of thing might suit you-it don't me," sharply re turned Jack. "Ah I I'd like to have the chance of trying it," returned Blasco, with a groan; "but, instead I have to furnish part of the material for your wedding feast. And that is what I call infernal hard." Jack wanted to laugh but he knew it was no laughing matter for Blasco. Yet, rack his brains as he might, he could think of no plan by which to free himself or Blasco from t'heir several fates. "So you will not try to do anything to help me?" suddenly de manded Blasco, rising to his feet. "I told you that my will is good enough, but I am powerless," was Jack's only reply. "Then by Heaven I will help myself! Anything is better than being baked.'' Befor e Jack dreamed the de s perate man's intention, Blasco sprung from the platform, and sei z ing a spear from the nearest guard, thrus t him through in an in s tant. Snatching up a heavy club from the earth, Blasco struck down another man; and be fore the remaining one had fairly recovered fro m his surprise dashed into the thick underbrush with a macniacal yell, which was echoed by a score of savage voices. The whole village was in an uproar; torches flashed hither and thither, and the shrieking, excited natives came rushing to the spot. The remaining guard, shouting something unintelligible to Jack, rushed rapidly in the direction taken by Blasco, which was toward the neighboring hills. Almost the entire male community fol lowed, leaving Jack standing dazed and bewildered by the sudden ness of the entire affair. He was aroused from his half stupefaction by the hasty ap proach of Hinau, who, for reasons best known to himself, had not joined in the cha se. Hinau meant business, but not of a warlike nature, as was evident from his pacific smile. His English was imperfect, yet to the point. "B iratani" (Englishman, or white) "run ; why not you run? You t a ke Hinau proa. Go away Hinau marry Itola." Volumes could not have said more To simply slay his white rival would be to incur Itola's hatred. But if Itola understood that Jack had deserted her of his own free will, why, then Hinau's chances were decidedly favorable It did not take Jack long to decide. Yet so contradictory a creature is man that Jack felt a half pang at the thought of re sign ing Itola to his savage rival even with the prospect of escape open before him. And as though to add to his regret Itola herself, her dark heavy with the slumber from which she had been aroused by the uproar, suddenly approached them. "Utanata" (what is it), "Jack?" And, regardless of Hinau's presence, Itola favored Jack with one of her frequent caresses such as most men would by no means object to. Gently untwmmg the girl's round arms from hit nedc, Jack. casting a significant look at Hinau, kissed Itola'a tempting lips for the last time. "Vakoi-lao, matruto" (good-night-go back to slumber). "Itola," he whispered, aa Hinau hastily explained the cause of the commotion. And Itola obediently obeyed, throwing back a laughing salute as she ran fleetly back to old Koikoi's dwelling. The shouts and cries of the savages scattered through the dense growth surrounding the village warned Jack not to tarry. "Mai, laitlao" (come, I am ready-let ua go), he aaid, in low tones. Hinau nodded expressively and led the way to the shore. Rousing his two followers, who were asleep in the stem, Hlnau "' &poke rapidly in his own tongue. Both returned a readily submissive acquiescence. Hinau grasped Jack's hand warmly and motioned him into the proa. The huge sail was noiselessly hoisted, the coir fast cast off, and the proa headed through the little fleet of native craft ward the opening in the reef easily distinguished by the phoa phorescence of the breaking surf on either hand. Hinau waved a farewell, and turning, hurried up from the beach. Not a moment too soon, either, For scarcely was hit form swallowed up in the gloom, when a chorus of deafening yells announced that the tide of pursuit had for some reason turned toward the shore; and a moment later the strand wa.s ali&ht lrith flickering torches. CHAPTER xxrrr. ABOARD A FLYING l'tOA. Talk of the speed of a clipper l The renowned Fly1t.g with her record of four hundred miles in twenty-four hours, could not have caught up with the flying proa, once fairly under wrq with a leading wind The land breeze, which had wafted the proa beyond the 11eef, was light; and before they were fairly outside the surf-beaten circle, half a dozen proas, hastily manned and started in pursuit, told Jack that in some way his own escape had been discovered. But the land breeze gave place to the steady, strong breath of the monsoon Swifter and swifter over the long swells sped the flying proa through the yielding darkness, till her speed was something almost frightful to contemplate as one glanced at the foam rushing past. Yet the shallow draught and lightness of the tree-trunks, from which the double hull was hollowed, made the proa wonderfully buoyant. She seemed to fairly skim the surface, while never a drop of water came in over the low sides. Astern were some pin-head points of light that told of turchea in the prows of pursuing proas, but it was evident that Hinau'1 craft was out-sailing them tw-0 to one. The lithe, half-naked savage in the helm, who wielded the steer ing-paddle, grinned suggestively as he glanced astern, and know: ing that he was safe from any danger of being overtaken, who was feeling the reaction after so much excitement, stretched himself on a pile of mats in the bottom; but it was a long time before sleep vi s ited his eyes. He lay staring up at the brilliant constellations, wondering whether th e strange and bewildering events of the past week were not indeed the fanciful vision s of brain in part disordered by the drug that had been given him. Side by side there appeared to his mental vision the fair face of P e arl, whom he loved, and the dark, re(lular featurea of kola, whom he did not love.

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' BRA VE AND BOLD. "I hope I-Iinau will be kind to her," he said, \yith a half s igh, as he recalled the peaceful if indolent houn__,spent in the company of the pretty serni-sayage, who had given him the strength of her young affections. And then dismi ss ing poor Itola from mind with so methii1g of an effort, Jack began trying to forecast the future with Pearl-his ow17 Pearl-as the central object. He knew from the position of the Southern Cross by which the proa's course was guided that they were standing about S. S. W. a course which would take the proa directly across the Coral Sea to the eastern coast of Australia. Jack, of course, was aware that this would bring them in the track of stea m ers or sa iling vessels bound to Brisbane or Sydney, and his hope 11as that he could be transferred to the deck of some one of th em-no matter whither bound-so he could once more among his own rac e a nd listen to his own language. As soon as po ssi ble he \\'Ould reach Calcutta-he felt s ure of a chance o[ working his p assage thither if he could only get on board a P. and 0. stea mer to India from You naturally ask. what then, Ile had neither 111oney nor, ap parenlly, prospects. Hut Jack h ;1rl, afte r a mental struggk, resolved to eat humble pie. Up to the ti1nc of meeting Pearl Runde] h e had not cared-indeed, he had ralhc1' preferred his adventurous, drifting, Bohemian existence for it s \'ery excitement. But knowing Pearl, the world was -changed for him Ile had an object in life. And with a smile Jack thought ho,, snrprisecl she \\'Ould be when he came to make knoll'n certai,n facts concerning himself. And so, while these and manifold conflicting thoughts flitted through his brain, J (!Ck fell asleep. It was not the broad shaft of su nlight striking his face that awoke him, so much as an astonished exc lamation from one of the two native s at the stern. Jatk sta rted up, rubbing his eyes \\'here on earth-and then he rememb ered him self. But who on earth-who but Blasco him self It was iud1:ed that disrGpulable individual who, s itting in the open encl of one of the arc h ed cabins I hav e described, bowed with mock politeness. "Bue11os dios.'' h e said. showing his white teeth-''it is a s ur prise T han gi,en you. eh?" "Yes. A disagree able o ne,'' bluntly returned Jack. as soon as he could reco\'er himself For the un expected presence of the rnan with \\horn suc h a recorc;i' of 1illainy \\'as connected brought hack Jack's iceling of dislike, and even detestation, in foll force. .\.s a prisoner, Jack had felt a half pity for him-nO\\' it was so m e thing Yery differ e nt. 'Ah, but you cannot belp yourself," \\'as the sneering reply. "Indeed, it is I that have cause of complaint. 1 doubl ed on th e sa,ages after leading them a dance trnva rd the hill;, and hid away in the proa herr. ] meant to get her off as soon as it was safe. T hen I heard you with that fool 1 J inau-thc rest you know." Jack, 1 cxeO far will hardly pull you through this time, I think." \lllith this plca,ing remark, Blasco brought from the little cabin som e baked fish wrapped in plantain leaves, which, with a roll of cassava bread, he placed within reach. "Better eat \\:hile you can,'' he genially remarked as he began s uiting the acti o n lo the word. "The reef yonder where I pur-

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BRA VE AND BOLD. pose leaving you, my young friend, don't look as though it would support life for very long." It did not indeed. Imagine for yourself an irregular mass of coral, elevated some ten feet above the sea in its highest part, per haps half an acre in extent, and as devoid of anything like vegeta tion as a marble slab. On every side the fretting surf, and as far as the eye could reach, the heaving sea, undotted by a single sail. "I won't gratify a monster like you by asking my life at your hands," said Jack, as calmly as he could, "but remember this much-such crimes as yours are punished sooner or later, by God if not by man." "God, man or the deYil-1 fear none of them," wq.s the blas phemous response, accompanied by a contemptuous shoulder shrug. "Now, will you step quietly on the reef as the proa runs alongside, or shall we assist you ?-a trifle roughly, perhaps." With a sweep of the paddle Patu brought the buoyant craft close to the lee side of the reef-so near that one could jump upon a projecting Sf.ltJr. Both natives arose. Blasco did the same. With despair and rage striving for the mastery in his heart, Jack stood erect with one foot on the side. Suddenly, with what was evidently a preconcerted movement, Patu and his companion seized Blasco, one on either side, and be fore he could have the slightest conception of their purpose, half pushed, half pitched him into the mimic line of surf which beat against the projecting reef. To save himself from drowning, Blasco clutched frantically at the coral and drew himself thereon, uttering the most frightful oaths and execrations. Snatching up the paddle he had dropped, Patu pushed the proa away from the islet with the quickness of thought, while Jack, for the monlent completely paralyzed at this unexpected turning of the tables, stood staring from the two back to Blasco, who, dancing up and down in his rage, was turning the air quite blue with profanity. As the sail, hauled around in place, began to fill, Patu put his hand to his mouth, and shouted: ".1-1 ori-me, too, spik Engl is'. You not sell me for gold, same 'go. How you like, eh?" Me 'stand" (understand), "too. you done my brudder two year Thus was l'vlanuel Bla s co caught in his trap. Jack's feeble expostulation in the ot!1er's behalf was made to deaf ears, and in his secret heart Jack felt as though the wretcq had met a deserved fate, as he listened to Patu's after narration. For Patu, who had sailed in a trading schooner and afterward on board a whaler, easily made himself intelligible, as did his com panion, who attended a mission school on his native island. Manuel Blasco's name was known and c;:xecrated as a native kidnaper all through the Solomon 1slands. Patu's own brother had been among his victims, and when it was kn0\\'11 that Blasco was a prisoner on Amatu, with a pros pect of being killed and eaten, great was the rejoicing in neighbor ing grot1ps. The two had been asleep when he stole aboard the proa, the evening before. and had not known of his presence until his sud den showmg that morni11g. Pretending an utter ignorance of English, they had understood everything and prepared to act accordingly. As Patu finished his story, Jack looked back. Sharply outlined against the azure of the sky stood the tall form of Blasco, with one arm upraised as though calling down curses. The dark figure, the white coral, the sapphire sea with its creamy line of foam at the base of the reef, made a picture never to be forgotten "Some passing vessel will surely see him and take him off," said Jack, turning away with a half shudder. Patu smiled grimly. "Guess not," he replied, glancing back over his shoulder; "many re-'f here-tradin' vessel no come. Sometime maybe proa or prahu, but no hab much chance." And to this day no one shall say whether Blasco's bones, to the whiteness of the coral itself, are scattered on the lone islet, or whether, rescued by some strange chance, he still pursues his career of crime in other lands. Certain it is that Jack never again laid eyes on Manuel Blasco. Jack soon discovered that his two dusky friends had strict orders from Hinau, Their chief, to carry him to any port on the eastern coast of Australia that he might decide upon, or if he so preferred, to put him on board such vessel or steamer as might heave in sight. And in all things they were to obey J ack as they would Hinau himself-which command they carried out to the fullest extent. It was a strange yet delightful experience while it lasted. The proa itself flying with an easy, undulating motion over the summer sea. The following breeze never varying half a point either way. The strange chants of the two natives, who took turns at steering, and at cooking over a fire built in a pan of clay in the bows. In a calm, which happened once or twice, they secured a large turtle asleep on the surface Bonito and albicore were caught on a twisted bark line, to which was attached a bone hook trailing many fathoms astern. So that their fare, if not sumptuous, was appetizing Taro, yam and plantain, boiled or baked, eked out the bill of fare, with fruit for dessert. On, and still on, without compass or chart, guided only by the stars at night, and some strange intuition of its helmsman by day, sped the proa. "Maybe we see land 'morrow night," was Patu' s simple cbse r vation, as Jack crawled under his covering and extended him self on his mat-couch after one of these halcyon days which, though delightful were growing a bit monotonous. But the lofty W.allaby range of the Austr alian coast did not after all greet the eyes cf the voyagers. For on the following, never-to-be-forgotten morning upon which Jack opened his eyes the sun, just peeping over the verge of the horizon, tinged with crimson and gold the black hull and low, raking smokes tacks of a sharp-b owed iron steamer heading due east. But as the proa was seen the steamer's course was changed a couple of points. As s he neared, the e11gines slowed down and those on board seemed to await the proa's approach. t Jack's heart beat like a trip-hammer as, communicating his wish to Patu, their seemingly clumsy craft was cleverly laid alongsidea step ladder being lowered for the accommodation of Jack, who, standing in the proa's bow, signified his wish to come aboard. Jack ran lightly up the ladder. It was early morning, a nd no one was visible about the decks excepting t}le watch washing down under direction of the bo'sun; an officer s t ood on the bridge, an d a stout, good-natured looking man, whom Jack knew to be the commander, was standing at the gangway.

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30 BRA VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XXV. JACK TELLS WHO HE IS. The sudden transition from the interior of a South Pacific proa to the deck of a stanch, seagoing iron steamer flying the cross of St. George, was so confusing that for a brief moment Jack stood staring about him, unable to frame any connected speech. "Well, my lad?" The half-humorous-half-inquiring tone of Co mmander Blos som recalled Jack's wandering wits. "I beg your pardon, sir; what steamer please, and where bound?" "Eutllt'p,. Blossom, master, on a cruise to the eastward." To the eastward? That somewhat vague. Yet sooner or later there would be a return to a civilized port. And it occurred to Jack that he had better make sure of present opportunities. ''Will you take me aboard and let me work my passage to-wherever you are going? I will explain later." Captain Blossom looked Jack over, glanced at his half-worn, faded suit of serge, and then at the proa, which, with sail half lowered, lay rising and falling on the swells a little way off. "Why, yes. Only I'm blessed if I understand it." Jack laughed, and jumping on the low rail, waved his hand to Pata. ilo" (Go on, and good-by), he called, in a clear, ringing voice. The two waved a farewell, the sail was set, and, close hauled on the wind, the flying proa began her homeward flight. "Mr. Dall," called Captain Blossom to the officer on the bridge, "signal to start-same course as before-=-E. S. E." Ay, ay, sir." Again began the steady throbbing of the engines and the heating of the screw as the steamer, with slowly increasing speed, took up her course. "Shall I go for'ard and tum to, sir?" asked Jack, respectfully. Captain Blossom hesitated a moment. "I haven't heard your story yet, my lad ; and there's a question or two I want to ask. I fancy, by your knowing the South Sea lingo, that you may have been 'beach-combing' on some oi the islands hereabouts. If so, you may be of considerable use as an interpreter and in other ways, ins t ead of going into the forecastle as a common sailor. Step into the outer cabin, and one of the stewards shall bring you coffee. When the afrer-guard turns out we'll talk this over." The term "after-guard" is generally applied to the officers living aft, including the commander himself. And in consequence, Jack was rather puzzled to know who was meant. But he gladly obeyed, and for the first time in weeks enjoyed the luxury of napkins and silver, with the addition of a colored servitor at the back of his chair. Jack drained hia second cup of coffee with a great sigh of satisfaction. "Where is this steamer owned, steward ?" he asked. "London, sah. One ob dem dukes or princes or somethin'b'longs to her. Ben a-cruisin' roun' de world. Now she's on one ob de greates' wil' goose chases eber I heard of." "Why, how's that?" The steward, who, like the most of his race, dearty loved to hear himself talk, dropped his voice to a confidential undertone. "Well, sah, I only j'ined her in Melbourne, so mebbe dunno all de circumstances. But nigh's I find out it's like dis. De noble man what owns dis yere steam-yacht follor a young lady he dead in lub wid to Hinderstan or somewheres in Injy. But seems she lubs anoder feller dat got hisself drowned out here away-least, so dey t'inks. But de lady, she ain't so sure. I hear she had a dream dat her lubber alibe on some islan' in de Cori! Sea. So fin' lly she say dis. If dis yere lord-I neber remember his namewill take her and her pa a-cruisin' 'mong de islan's, an' she fin's out there ain't no hopes ob de oder lubber bein' 'live wharsomeber, mebbe she'll marry dis yere duke some day, pervidin', her 1pa, who is kinder urgin' ob her, keeps on insistin' The steward, a naturally voluble functionary, rattled the above off at such railroad speed that Jack hardly caught the connec tion. In fact, the story sounded so wild and far-fetched that he secretly decided that the steward, whether unwittingly or not, had wildly exaggerated some much simpler narration of facts. So he only said, half laughingly, that it sounded like a romance, after which Jack returned to the deck. Captain Blossom had gone back to the bridge, where he stood conversing with the first and second officers, who had joined him. Uncertain what to do without further instructions, Jack, finding the quarter-deck deserted, walked aft. Suddenly a fresh-faced young fellow, with curly, blonde whiskers and an unmistakably English air, came running up the com panionway, with a short, briar pipe in his mouth and a Glengarry b o nnet s et well back on his head. At the sight of Jack, who had turned, he stopped short and re garded him with an air of calm surprise. "A'-but who are you? And where d'ye come from? And what are you doing on the quarter here? You belong for'ard, don't you know?" Jack turned very pale as the other thus spoke. "Yes, Lord Burham, he replied, steadying his voice with an effort, "I presume I do belong for ard. But Captain Blossom, who took me aboard from a native boat a short time ago, told me to wait till the after-guard had turned out, and--" "Native boat? You don't tell me!" interrupted Lord Burham, seeming only to have heard that part of Jack's reply. And taking his pie from his mouth, began: "See here! you haven't heard of any young fellow, very dark
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 31 Her back was toward Jack, whom she scarcely seemed to have noticed. Lord Burham stepped nervously to her side. "'Er-Miss Runde], before we arose this morning, the steamer took a white fellow from a nati, e boat, who-a'-! think hasthat is-knows something--" "\\/here is he?" eagerly demanded Pearl. once." Lord Burham swung sharply around. "Bring him here at I ''Not a word about the baking busine s," he whispered to Jack, who was standing dumb and motionless, though his heart was beating almost to suffocation; "tell her any other kind of a lie you can make up, and I'll see you're well paid. "He's h ere, Miss Runde! ," Lord Burham said, awkwardly"rlght behind you; you can question him for yourself." Pearl turned with lightning speed. Her large. dark eyes res ted foll on Jack's agitated face for an instant. Her lips parted; "My God I it is-it is Jack himself-my Jack!" And the young man sprang forward just in time to catch her half-fainting form in his strong arms. But Jack, nothing daunted, briefly told all that had befallen him since being set adrift from the Petrel's deck through the villainy of Blasco. That all. For obvious reasons he fore bore to mention Itola. In fact, I think he prevaricated somewhat. The listeners vaguely got the idea that it was to the favor of old Koikoi rather than his daughter, that Jack owed his safety among the cannibalistic people at Amatu. Lord Burham was heard to mutter something as Jack finished "Werry like a whale," it sounded like, whatever the quotation may mean. Mr. Runde! listened like a man m a dream-an unple&sant dreatr-His heart was set on having a scion of noble blood for a son in-law. And now the whole plan was up se t. For even thus soon he had learned that Pearl's will and in do111itable resolution \\er e quite as strong as his own; and, if .she had determined to marry this adventurer-for Jack seemed nothing else in Mr. Rundel's eyes-she would do it, and no threat of disinheritance would affect her in the least. "It is a-an astonishing story," Mr. Runde! said, pulling him'For Heaven's sake, Lord Burham, what has happened? Pearl, self together with an effort. "And now, may I ask your name, my daughter, The voice, a triAe sharp and qiierulous, came from a whitehaired gentleman who had rushed on deck just in time to snatch Pearl's insensible form rather rudely from the shabbily dressed, sea-tanned young man at whom Lord Burham was staring in un affected dismay. "It is nothing, father," whispered Pearl, opening her eyes; "I am better. Let me sit a moment in the sea breeze." And her father her to a reclining chair, to the side of which she swiftly beckoned Jack. Mr. Runde!, who had the worn look and yellow features pecufiar to a European resident of India. turned s harply to Lord Burham. "Will you be good enough to explain, Lord Burham?" Lord Burham uttered a hollow groan and picked up his pipe which had fallen from his mouth. "Explain? Well, sir, it's-a-something like a fairy story. Vl' hy, the young man there is the Jack we've been cruising to get news of." Mr. Runde! sank limp and colorless into a deck chair. All the while he had been flattering himself that the search for this wandering Bohemian Pearl seemed so infatuated with would be utterly in vain. Indeed, he had yielded to her importunities more because of thi firm belief, than from a desire to please the daughter restored to him after so many years of absence. "Father-Lord Burham," suddenly cried Pead, with searching eyes, "this is Jack himself! And such a wonderful story as he has to tell." "Ah, I don't doubt it," moodily returned Lord Burham, "doosid wonderful, of course." "] ackJack who?" said her father, peevishly, as he stepped forward and eyed the young fellow with manifest disfarnr. Mr.--" ''John Rogers Wrayland Burham, youngest son of Sir Richard Burham, \Vest Chester, England, and brother to Lord Charles, who sits yonder!" Pearl uttered an exclamation and dropped her lover's hand, which she had been unconsciously holding during his recital. Mr. Runde! looked as though he thought the speaker bereft of reason. But Lord Charles Burham sprung wildly to his feet. "Goo d God-what are you saying?" he hoarsely exclaimed. Jack, who was very pale, yet outwardly composed, pushed the loose sleeve of hi s shirt nearly to his s h o ulder. "Did you e\'er see this before Charlie?" he asked, m rather a tremulous voice, ar.d pointed to two rudely tattooed. letters-"}" and ''C"-inside a still more rudely exec11ted star. Lord Burham, who for the moment had forgotten the stoicism peculiar to his race rec ove red him self on the instant. "I ought to remember it, d ear boy, he drawled, with the affected indifference which he us e d to cloak his emotion, "for, by Jove! I did it my self when you was a kid of ten and I fifteen. And didn't Sir Richard give u s a jolly wigging? Jack, dear boy--" Lord Charles covered a half sob by a great "guffaw," and wrung Jack's extended hapd with a heartiness that admitted of no question. Then hi! turned and star ed nry hard ov<;r the rail at the w;\ter rushing past. ''And--our father?" said Jack, gently, as Mr. Runde! and Pearl sat still in amaze too great for words. "\/\Thy-didn't you know?" was his brother's startled reply; '.'he died tw o years after you ran away from home, Jack. And his fortune' s halved between you and me, Jack-fifty thousand pounds apiece, and the income of the estate."

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RRA VE AND BOLD. But Jack hardly gave heed to the last. His father had never That evening, in the luxuriously furnished cabin, matters were seemed to care for him as for the older son. Indeed, had not talked over in earnest. always been kind. Yet Jack's heart smote him all the same, and he drew his sleeve roughly across his eyes. Mr. Rundel's face had undergone a remarkable change since Lord Charles' reply. He extended his hand and congratulations at one and the same time. And Jack, who understood it perfectly, received both with a quiet smile. "A-I'm rather stirred up, Jack, dear boy," said Lord Charles, a moment later. "Think I'll go below and study over it a bit. Come down when you're ready-there's a stateroom and cloth es, and all that sort of thing at your service." "All right," dreamily returned Jack, sinking into a chair beside Pearl, whose face was perfectly radiant. And Mr. Runde! had the good taste to follow Lord Burham's example. Well, explanations followed thick and fast. On her own part Pearl had to tell of the quick run to Calcutta-of Captain Bolt's marriage to Aunt Maria, the very next day after arrival, and how Ga. rt, the blonde-haired, had sailed for J a pan on the same steamer with little Weiho, who calmly announced their own approaching nuptials in the near future. Then the meeting with her father, and introduction to his high caste wife, who,. as Pearl discover e d very soon, was a tartar and a termagant. She made Mr. Rundel's life a very lively one, and before a week had passed it was plain that the two women could never live under the same roof. Lord Burham arrived at Calcutta in his yacht. Mr. Runde! at once recognizing his infatuation for Pearl, gave him every encour agement. Pearl, believing Jack no longer living, passively allowed her self to drift with the tide. But a very remarkable dream too long to be given in detail, impressed it upon Pearl that Jack was alive and liv ing either vol untarily or in captivity on some of the groups nor far from where the Petrel had been becalmed at the time of the tragedy. It was finally dec i ded thus. The Euterpe would abandon the remainder of a projected trip around the world and return to England after touching at Melbourne for needed supplies. For there were many business complications before Jack could legally claim his inheritance. And, moreover, he had a secret pride in the thought of taking Pearl and her father to the ancestral estate. For Mr. Runde! decided that his health required a still longer voyage than at first intended. And Pearl-:-well, you can imagine her own sentiments. Lord Charles behaved like a trump throughout. He frankly admitted that, as he could not himself win Pearl, he was deuced glad she was going to stay in the family I A feeling which Mr. Runde! doubtless shared in secret. The entire programme was carried out to the very letter. And to the best of my knowledge and belief the youngest and happiest married couple I have ever had the pleasure of meeting in a some what eventful life, are the two whose peculiar experiences and remarkable adventures have been chronicled in this story, which in substance is a true one Two years ago I boarded the schooner Petrel in the harbor of Boston-Captain Ben Bolt being a distant connection of my own. I was duly introduced to his good wife, Maria, who invariably accompanies him in his voyaging. From her, as from Captain Ben himself, I gathered many important details, which, in conjunction with those pre v iously furnished by Jack on h is honeymoon vi sit to America, where he was entertained by my uncle, Erastus Cabot, first gave me the the idea of the present story. I happened to mention that these facts, stranger than any fiction, were deserving of a place in print. "Though"-! added, laughingly-"! should hardly know what name to give to such a remarka ble narrative if I were to write it." Aunt Maria looked up from a pair of stockings she was knit ting for Captain Bolt. "It takes the wimrnin, after all, to think up things," she said, bri skly-"tell you what I'd call it." "Well?" I responded inquiring ly And thu s it came about that. by half promising to lis t e n to "Call it ," responded Mrs. Banjamin Bolt with energy: "A Lord Burha m's suit when she should be convinced that Jack was Remarkable Voyage; or, The Fortunes of Wandering Jack," really no m o re. h e gladly und e rtook the cruise in search of proof which I have resolved to do. for or again st the dream theory. Mr. Runde! himself was but too glad to accompany his daughter, THE END. on the plea that his health would be benefited by the voyage. Jack's astonishment was too great for words when he learned that the commander of the piratical lorcha was no other than Carter himself. A gunboat had been sent out from Calcutta in sea rch of the lorcha; but in vain, and the rupees were never recovered. On his own part Jack had abundant detail to narrate, so the time flew by unheeded, till a rather imperative summons from the stewa rd called them to dinner, for both Jack and Pearl had tor1'0tten that suoh a thing as breakfast was on the tapis at all. Next week's issue, No. 13, will contain "The Knowlhurst Mystery; or, The Strange Adventures of Leslie !Norton," by Frank Sheridan. A boy, who is lost-an orphan-who starts out to see a rich uncle, is wrecked in the South Seas and carried of by a rescuing party to Jamaica. A t e rribl e enemy, who tries to injure him in the most mysteri ous way, and a wonderful air ship figur e in the story. It's a corker, boys-one that will make a deep impression on youc minds and bold you enthralled from first to last.

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