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121 L- mMu QS)t&, wa, Tf tnraoFsis op captain kuttlh. CHAPTBlt I The British oteamn trorman Towers, commanded by CtptiUx Baturaay Famish, nads Itself, htrough lae freak of a crasy engineer, adrift In tie nargouBa Son without coal 'walla en route from Mexico to Liverpool. CHAPTER II Tko first mato, Qw Kettle, sotB off In the lifeboat with t ere-?? of rough-necks In tho hope of Hading a ship that will part with taough of Its coal to enable tho dls&blod vnol to reach Liverpool. Ha meets the steamer Illieln. CHAPTER III But tho Rhel refuse to stop. A woman on board, Mlsa Violet Chesterman, sees tl.e dirty deed, aad la nueareo a fireman, MoTodtl, to tHisabl- the engines. CHAPTER IV Owen Kottle this vrertakos tho Rheln, clambers ud It iildo with his crew forcibly assumed ehargo or the vokioI, and navigates it to the point wUeru tho Norman Towers Is drifting', aiul which hs 10-coalu CHAPTER V Arrival of the Norma Bowers at Liverpool. Mate Kottle sur reptitiously d-ops out of tho ship Into Ihi river Mersey In order to save his aptln from a possible scandal becauso of the Inadequacy of his coal supply asd toe much liquor supply. Two river plretffl assault and rob Kottle and leave aim badly Injured. Is rescued aad aursed back to health by Miss Dubbs, barmaid at the Mason's AriuB. CHAPTER VI Owen Kottle engages with Sir George Chestermun to ko as captain of tho Wangaroo and search the African co.i3t for an abandonod ship laden with metal or Treat value. CHAPTER VII In Liverpool Captain Settle meets McToild, the man who had disabled tho uiiglnrs of f do Rholn, and ilgns him as one of the cm-v of the Wangaroo. CHAPTER VIII In Lan Palmas har bor Miss Dubbs appears on board tho Wangaroo a Bstewardcss, ostensibly at tho suggestion of Sir George, but really Because sho wished to bo near Captain Kettle, with whom she Is In love and to whom she Is engaged. Miss Violet Chesterman also becomes a pascsnger. CHAPTER IX The Wangaroo cruloos cruises up and down the West African seaboard, and Captain Kettlu Anally lo uatcs tho missing treasure ship In an i.lmost wholly hidden bay. She provei to be the old Norman Towers. CHAPTER X Distracted with Jeal ousy, caused by Miss Chesterman, Mlsd Dubbs cancels her engagement with Captain Kettle. CHAPTER XI Captain Kottle peril ously navigates the wangaroo Into tho harbor where lies the Norman Towers, which Is In possesion c natives, who Are on the Wangaroo. CHAPTER XII Chief Bergash ap- Bears on shore nt tho head of a troop of erbers and seeks an Interview. Ho Is Invited nboard tho ship. He proves to have been educated at an English uni versity. Captain Kottle heartily dis likes him. He tells the Englishmen that they cannot tako tho Normnn Tow ers away. Miss Dubbs recognizes Bor gash as ono whom sho had helped In a bicycle accident during his Bchool days In England. , Chapter XIII Kald BorgasU's stone eastlo In tho Atlas mountains. Why his son was sent to England to be edu cated. CHAPTER XIV Tho Berber aueen. mother of Chief Bergash, calls In state on tho ofllcers of the Wangaroo and de livers presents to them. Tho visitors are Invited to make themselves at home oa board ship. (Now go on with the story. CHAPTER XVI. Miss Chesterman's Warning. C lAPTAIN KETTLE, with the professional assistance of --. tho Wangaroo'a cook, who cbSSe was also butcher, was bar gaining with some coast Moors over flvo sheep. The sheep, with their legs tied, lay In a boat alongside, Kettle stood 'nt the foot of the accommodation ladder, and the cook was in the boat that sawed up and down at the foot of it. Tho cook ran an expert hand oyer the animals' loins. "All very this, sir, except this old ram, and I should say he'll be too tough for the cabin to eat. They've got flat taila. sir, like beavors, and by the feel ot them the tails are just bladders of tallow." The Moor evidently caught hip meaning, and nodded vehemently both to the cook, and upward to Captain Kettlo. The latter made vigorous signs of cutting off the tails and throwing them into the pea. Tho Moorish farmer was a pic ture of amazement and expostula tion. He lifted wide his arms to the spruce little Captain Kettle, and poured forth a torrost of coast Ara bic. "You're wasting all those 'ath letics," said the mariner. "Coma, quire, ten shillings for the flock, or lso row away to tho next market town, I'm not going to stand bora at the front door-stop haggling all day for a Joint or two of fresh Beat" The man stopped, and with frnntto gesture pointed to the flat tails of tho sheep, explaining how wide, hew fat, and how truly succulent thoy wore, and signified that the flvo were worth flvo gold coins at tfaa ery lowest fleure. "Tho tails, if you choose," raid Captain Kettlo, contemptuously, "you day cut off and tak'e home wltbTyou If you like. Wo're not pagans on this packet to have any hankering after animated tallow candlos for our dinner. And tako your ugly black paws off my trousers, you." Captain Kcttlo'B neat pipe-clayed shoe was uplifted, and caught tho man who was flngoring him accu rately on the sbou'der, and Bnt him rolling over into the bottom of the boat. It Is curious how some things strlko tho Moor, in nineteen cases oul of twopty there would have been a roar of laughter from the others, LAAdlVHft ITU BM&ina: cmpa .' who would have found the koUb rough Jest whloh exactly Jumped with their own boorish taste. But bare was the twentieth case. With tho quickness of light ono f the man's fellows drew a curved daggor from tho brass sheath that hung by Its red cord from his neck, and flew llko a wildcat for tho little sailor's throat. And with nineteen men out of twonty the suddon blow would have got home. Captain Kettle was tho exception. Hln apprenticeship to the seats had been thorough, and he was always noted for his quickness. He caught tho man's wrist as it descended, diickod beneath It, and hove down. The fellow's elbow cracked noisily, tho knife foil into tho water, and tho vlotlm shrieked. "You might want that knife some day," said Captain Kettle, ami sont him after It, broken arm and all, But tho other six Moors in tho boat, as though it was a signal, pulled weapons and rushed in for vengeance, and ono of them beat down tho cook with Ills dagger hilt In passing. Kottle took the attack lightly enough. Ho ran up the ladder halt i dozen stops backward, lugged n revolver from his pocket, and point-1 ud It with steady aim at the first man's stomach. He rushed and was dropped, shot neatly through the Hhoulder. Two more followed, and were shot down, and the other three retired hurriedly to their boat and picked up the oars. "No, you don't," said Kettle, and threatened them with his weapon. "Into the water you get and swim If you can, or drown If you choose, or be eaten by sharks If they'll have you. And if you've killed my cook, who at least cnu make a curry, I'll plug tho throe of you." He forced thorn furiously over the gunwale of the boat at the niuzzlc of his smoking revolver, and then stooped and made swift examination of his man. ' "Ah, luckily for you, cookie's not dead, and I think he'll be round again directly. On deck thore, Mr. Forster. Send down a couple ot hands and get these sheep run up on deck. They are confiscated as lawful fine and costa for attempted assault and battery." Captain Kettle ran nimbly up the ladder, and In tho gangway came on his owner wiping perspiration from a high forehead with a tremulous handkerchief. "The treacherous devils," said Sir George.' "But I nevor saw a neater fight." "Thank you, sir," said Captain Kottle, touching his cap. "But In view of what'B happened I want to press upon you my Idea that it would be as well If we get across to the old Towers, and took posses sion of her without further palaver. I daresay Mr. Bergash may mean well; as you say so, I won't dispute it; but If we are In for a fight over at the other side of the lagoon there, I'd like to got It over with before I they have time to get ready any I more surprise packets for us." "Ye-es," Sir George agreed. "Just i let's go into the chart house a min ute." When they were there out of ear shot of tho crew and tho door shut: "You know," said the older man, "what wo carry an cargo?" "I suppose you mean those Win chester repeaters and cases of am munition?" "Yes. Well, I've sold tho lot. The rifles ran- mo to four-pound ton a pleco, and I'm getting ten ounces of gold for every ono, which is some whero In the neighborhood of thirty eight pounds per gun. Tho cart ridges are to be paid for at the rate of two ounces a hundred, and they cast mo fifteen shillings." Captain Kettle took a pad and inado rapid calculation. "That's a bit over fifteen thousand pounds. I give you my best congratulations, sir. That brings you out with a big profit on tho venture already. And now I want, If you please, as captain, to give you a mouthful of advice. When wo get that money on board, I want you to let me steam back to Grand Canary and bank It. At tho same time I can leave you and the lndlos ashoro and come back hero and finish tho Job." "You still think you'd be able to got' the Gorman Towera out even if tho people ashoro who objected wore reinforced by two hundred up-to-date Winchester rifles?" "Oh I don't deny that it will make f.ilngs a bit tougher, sir. But I've said I ran do It, and that seems to me the end of the matter. At the same time, I don't mind owning to you that with tho ladleB off tho ihlp, and safe elsewhere, I shall lose my present nervousness." Sir George chuckled. "You've only heard half tho deal, and when I tell you the rest I belle re thnt oven you Will bo convinced that Bergash In tends to play fair. It's ho, ot course, wh Is buying the cargo. Ho is golu to cay now, as soon as he en send for the fold whloh ap parently he keeps In his wine-cellar, or la it ,buttr-coolerT and bring It en board here within a couple ot daysi But by his own suggestion he doesn't take dollvory of the rifles aad ammunition till wo'to got the Norman Towers out of the lagoon, and are ready to sail with her In consort ourselves. Now, then, my good Skipper, play en that" Captain Kottle thought a while, and then sighed. "It seems simple. But, by James, to me it looks too simple to bo wholosome. Thero's no donying that tho market price ot WinohosterB up-country in Morocco is a lot moro than it Is In London or Connecticut, but Mr. Borgash is a man with an English upbringing, and he knows how to get stuff out here It he wants It. Paying jeven to eight times thelr valuo forYan ko rifles Is out of all reason. Why, he could got ovon thoso shiftless Grand Canary Ashing schooners to run them across horo for half that." "I didn't haggle," said Sir George rather stiffly, "nor did Mr. Bergash. He heard what wo'd got, and he Just made tho offer In- round figures ao I've told you. I took It. Per haps It may throw a light on the matter if I point out to you that gold has relatively littlo valuo up thcro In tho Atlas. They can't eat It, and they don't wear It, and I gather that they can get It by wash lug out the sands In the local bocks with comparatively little labor. As regards .1 guarantee of good faith, I don't i,ee how ho could offer a more conclusive one than proposing to leave tho guns in our possession '111 all chalice of using them against us would be over." "Well, Blr, you are owner, and It Is for mo to carry out my orders. If It doesn't interfere with arrange ments, I may tell you that when tho moon goes down and all 1b nice and quiet and dark, I mean to tako my gig and slip acroBS the lagoon to where the Towers is lying, and find out for myself how things exactly are nt the moment. The glass shows she hasn't an anchor down, and I've had her against careful shoro bear ings, and she hasn't budged a foot since wo came in here with the Wangaroo. She was ranging about 1 bit when wo. came to reconnolter In that surf-boat. She's got water under her now and she's not an chored The tides, both ebb and Hood, run round that bight where she is at a good six knots, r.wl still sho doesn't move." "Then sho miitt bo tied up In some other way. I'm ntrald," con tinued Sir George Impatiently, "tha' all thiB tedious technical detail 13 a bit beyond me. The Norman Towers Is there, and you say afloat, and that's all that ren'ly Interests me. We'll pull her ou when we are ready. In the meanwhile I can tell you I am pretty well ctirfied with ny bargain about the guns, and tho naln thing I am concerned In now is to keep Bet gash In a good hu mor. I'm off below for a cup of tea. Come as soon as you're reuly." Sir George got up and loft the chart house. He was distinctly ruf fled, and hoped to find a more con genial atmosphere below, in the companlonway he met his sister She was white-faced and trembling, le took her arm in a large, firm land and looked at her curiously. "Is he hurt?" she asked. "Oh, Teorge, how dreadful! I've only Just neard." "Is who hurt?" "Captain Kettlo." "He Is not. I thought perhaps you were inquiring about one of your lark friends." "Why? What do you mean?" "Well, several of them arc hurt, 1 father, pretty bndly. Your little ouptaln mutt needs pick a quarrel with some local boatmen as to whether he should pay ten shillings or a pound for some sheep, and then, when they naturally objected, 10 proceeded to shoot down about .-.Ix of them." "Presumably ho was risking his Ife, and I supposo that's what It amounts to, in your Interests?" "If you call cheese-paring over '.en shillings at tho rlMc of upsetting x deal for fifteen thousand pounds helping my interests, 1 suppose he was." She stood starinr with round eyes over his shoulder. "You think on'y of your money. And you know ', might have been killed killed! Oh, if he had been!" Sir George tightened his grip and uhook his sister's arm gently. "I say, you know, Violet, you must pull yourself together. I'm quite aware , it's only to me, but you're rather giving the show away." "And do you think I mind? lie knows. There's truly no secret about my caring for him Emily knows, for that matter." "Emily? Oh, -you mean the stew ardess I gather sh? waB engaged to him ut once." "I believe sho was. It's broken off now. I don't know why, and didn't inquire; I was grateful enough for the bare fact. I want him niy. eolf, George, and I moan to have him." "But I say, old lady, that'll hunlly do, you know. Of course, I twigged you wore putting (n a pretty hard flirtation with the littlo man, but then, of course, that's only your way. You always did flirt with every thing in trousers K that came Along over since you were a six-year-old.. Stll1 there nro limits to everything, an daeh It all, when it comet to cutting oul your own maid with her young man, well, I call It bad form," "I'll admit what you please, In- eluding the flirting. It began with that, I suppose. But lfs got past that now. I'm hit I've never felt this way about any aaon before, and It's the real thing come at last, Oaorge." "You moan you're roally in lovo with the chap?" "That's tho usual phraso." "But you can't marry him. He's an awfully decont littlo fellow In hit. way, I know, but, dash it all, Vlolot, do look facts in the face. He isn't our clip. If you want a husband, you absolutely must got ono out of your own class. If you'vo roally made up your mind to marry, why don't you whistle up Inglcborough again? He's a very decont Bort of chap, and I know he'd have you like a bird. If you married this Kottle, you know perfectly well ev erybody would cut you." Sho plucked away her arm, and fooed him doflantly. "And do you imagine I'd caro? D'you think I'm not heartily sick ot tho whole crew of them? Anyway, you of all peo ple, have a precious small right to give adVlco on such a subject. You did yourself what you're advising mo to do. You married a woman in your own clnss, and a bonny mess you made of It. You stuck to ono another Just six months, if I recol lect my dates aright " "A year, you spitfire" "Call It that if you like, and for the last three you haven't spent ten nights under tho sam - roof, and only those by tho accident ot being asked to tho samo house party. You mar ried according to rulo, and I, with your fine example bofore me, am going to marry to please myself That Is, If he'll have me." "Oh, dash it all, there can be no question about tho man snapping you up, If you're fool enough to chuck yourself away on him." She laughed rathor bitterly "It will take something desperato to wake him up to the fact that ho can really love me, and I'm getting my scheme in order." "What mischief are you up to now?" "You'll find out when r"begin to make uso of you. Oh, you needn't bcowI at me like a cheap actor. You are all the brother I've got, and you've made a mess of It your self. I am all tho sister you have, and I've never asked you for any thing big, and now that I've made up my mind what's the one thing in all my lire I want, and shall ever want. I'm simply going to make you help get it for me." "My dear old girl, I'd be very glad to do anything I could for you m Vison. But I tell you It's abso lutely preposterous of you to think ot marrying my skipper; and, frank ly, you must look upon mo as the opposition." . "All right, George! That's a fair nnd sportsmanlike warning. Sorry if I rather slopped over just now. But if I want you. don't kick if you find yourself being asked. And don't abuse me later on If you find I've run you in for a scheme that's a bit dangerous, when an easier one would have done if you'd offered to help in It decently." CHAPTER XVII. A Mystery Is Solved. T HE night overhead and around was covered In with a black, velvety dark ness, unflecked by gleam of moon or glimmer of star; but the top of every wavelet of the lagoon was tipped with pale phosphorescent light, and every oar stroke stirred up a boil of pallid flame. Mr. McTodd lighted his pipe and hospitably offered a cake of black tobacco and an open clasp knife to his superior officer. "Cut yourself a fill," he suggested. "We're illumi nated like a shop window in Saucle hall street, and tobacco glow will be lost in the general magnificence." "I thank you," said Captain Ket tlo civilly; "but I've had to drop my pipe for professional reasons. But you're quite right about the light. The lagoon's flaring round us like a village fair, and 'if unyone's awake on this side of Africa, and looking out, we're hero to be seen. So I'll just follow your example, and set fire to a cigar." "I wish I'd a boiler-plate over coat llko ray ancestor, the Crusader, used to wear. Tho Moors'll be snip ing at us presently, when we draw within range ot their gas-pipes." "Moors or Berbers. That head man we've got on board, who Bays he's been to an English college, wants me to believe that the ma jority of the tribes round hero are Berbers, nnd they're as harmless as the teachers in a Quaker Sunday school, Tho only bad men in this section are the Moors, accordlug to Bergash." A bonfire suddenly lighted and spouted up Into the sky, and waB as suddenly eclipsed by the blackness Of tho night. "A flare," said Kettle, "and as they haven't mineral oil down here that I know of, I should say it was somebody firing two handfuls of gunpowder. Well, It means that ono nigger, at any rate, Is awako and thinking of us, and that's bptter than being dead and forgotten Eyes In the boat, men, and attend to your rowing. Mr. McTodd anl I are qulto capablo of looking aftor our own personal conveniences with out your unskilled assistance. And by Jnmesl there's an answering flare away up In on the mountain," d'Oosh! It looks as It they're roue, tag the clans to do no honor, Aweol, I've no Immediate uso tor your rifles. Hard work with thoit rattle-traps ot engines has left my hand no' over steady. But I've brought along three-quarter Inch opannur, and If you'll bring tho liant up to close duartera, I'll show you how It Is used by an expert. Hava ye matches? This talklug's put my plpo out." The t gig crawled on steadily through the night, stirring lambent flames; and twlco moro did flares of gunpowder among tho foot-hills nf tho Atlas call notice to tho fact that Africa was awake. Captain Kottle Bteoretl by compass nlono, and (as the current was running strongly) had to make n caBt baok boforo he found the Norman Tow ers; nnd ovon thon, bo black was the night that tho nolBo of his oars scraping along her plates was tho first advertisement he had ot hr nearness. "Row steady, men," he ordored, and coastod down her length, and then swung tho boat under her coun ter, and brought up against tho lad dor which hung down her farthor side. The heavy teak ladder had rungs broken, and tho davit to which It hung was bent outboard. "You will stay here," ho ordered, "ready to put off when I come back;" and with that ho stepped out on tho grating nnd ran lightly up the steps, and disappeared into the black silence of the night. Presently his volco called down in a ghostly whisper from the rail above: "Mr. McTodd, tell tho men to p.iss the boat slowly round to tho starboard side. Mind, they're to work her along Inch by Inch, so a not to stir the phosphorescence, and I will drop them a rope's end over board to ride to, just level .with tho break of the bridge deck. D'ye hear mo?" "Aye, aye." "And do you come up on top horo yourself, and bring that spanner you're so proud of." Mr. McTodd's gait was ungalnl, but his oil-soaked slippers made no sound. Also, being a Bhlpman, h& knew which way to turn and what to avoid. "Weel," he said, when he Joined his commander, "it's a fine night, aud I forget when I enjoyed an evening's prospects mors thoroughly. But when's the entertainment to commence?" "Hold your tongue, Mac, and lis ten. Listen hard." Mr. McTodd removed his pipe, opened his mouth, and cocked an at tentive ear. "Well, what do you make out?" "I hear a small ' slap-dashing of wavelets upon tho old girl's skin, and a bit of a sough or the wind, and you're breathing although I reckon you're trying to keep It quiet; and I think thero's a yap of a dog though tnayho It's a jackal some where among those mountains In tho far distance." "But where are the Moors who should be waiting around t cor ner to Jump out and cut our throats?" "I can only hear what I tolled ye." "I can make out no iinre myself If there were men here In quantity we ought to hear them breathing, or rustling, or coughing. Mac, I believe they've played n game on us. We camo here (both of us, I sup pose) ready for battle, murder, and Budden death, and it's my idea the ship's deserted." "But we'll go-look-see before 1 O. K. that," said the cautious Scot. "And we'll go together, and stand by ready for trouble. But it's my idea we shall find none." "Aye," said McTodd. readlnc bin 'thoughts, "it'll look ugly if they've loit ner. weel, we may as well be gin whero there'll be tho worst Bmoll, and that's forrard." Section by section they search ed the Norman Towers. They went through both firemen's and seameu'a forecastle, and found no living soul. Hatches were off, and they peered Into the gloom of holds, and into tho gassy corners of bunkers. They clattered down the rusted engine room ladder, and hunted through shaft tunnel, pump alley, boiler room more bunkers". McTodd climbed aloft and Investi gated dusty corners behind the don key boiler. They went through mess room, galley, pantries, state-rooms; they hunted through moro holds. They searched the chart house, nnd (as a last afterthought) the paint store. And nowhere did they And a alnglo Moor or Berber ulive or dead. "This Is a buggar." ,ild Mr. Mc Todd. "Ono can understond that thy would go over every bit of her oven moro carefully than we have done, and loot her right and left. But the astonishing thing to mo b: first, the amount of dirt thoy have brought on board; and, second, why they should have left It practically all In ono track. The decks below were comparatively, clean, and they don't seem to have been paddling about particularly In tho cabins, for Instance, or tho engino-room But from tho port gangway over yonder theye are two lines of mud and stono splinters going forward and aft, and then going thwartshlpt as soon as thero's a chance, and then promenading alt tho length o the port aide.'- McTodd scraped a match, stoopei down, and otlrred the deposit witl, nls finger. 'There's too much here for them to have brought aboard stuck between their tqes or smeared on their sandals. Thore't enough depth of mud on these decks, Skip per, to grow oalB and It looks good, dark, chocolate-colored, fertile soil,, too, If ono raked out some of the splinters ot stono." "That rock thoy wero qunrrylns from, and which' wo can't seo In this dnrkncBS, Ib chocolate-colorod, too. Can you seo tho loom of tho shore line, Mao? How far do you inako it away from tho ship's side?" "I should say a kherb's length." "That'n exactly my idoa. Tho shore horo Is atoo-to, nnd sho lies In doop wntor closo to It." "Sho's ns Btlll aB if she was docked." "Sho Is In a dock, I do beliovo. I've an idea they've lifted that stone, lump by lump, upon tholr shoulders, carried it down tho beach, towed in a big khorb to act as floating gang way, carried it along that nnd up tho side and that'B how that big tea kladder got .brokon, by n rock falling on It. Thon they've shoul dered It over tho decks here, drop ping bits by the way; and then they've pitched It over tho port side Into thu lagoon. There wero hun dreds ot them, and there woro thou sands upon thousands of tons of the stone. They wero quarrying It during all the dayt, nnd under cover of tho night they wero tipping It over the Tower's port rail, and building up a dock wall of rubblo from tho lagoon floor to pen her In. Uy James, Mad, '. waB boasting to Kir George not mnny hours back that 1 would pull the old boat out of hero in spito of all the Berbers In Africa, and I've never yet broken my word. Man and boy, I've done a good many things to bo ashamed of, but telling lies is not ono of them, and it looks as lf hero I've made a commencement." "Man, I'm vera afraid you're right. What's that you're doing?" "Stripping, I'm going overboard to mako sure." "Hold on," said tho Scot. "I'm the better diver of the two, nnd we've proved it already, and thoso ducks nshoro are still signaling to one another with gunpowder flares In the local Morse code. If there's trouble, the hands In tho boat will take advice better from you than me." Owen Kettle, master of the steam ship Wangaroo, was the last man on earth to take what practically amounted to an order from ono ot his own underlings, nnd I merelv record this ono instance in which he let Mr. McTodd have his own way to show how badly ho was hit by the dismaying discovery he had Just made. He had boasted yes, It amounted to that, bragged (as he told himself bitterly (that he could do a certain thing; and behold it had become Impossible. He had been confident In the skill and strength of his own right nrm, In the breadth of his resourcefulness, in the force of his own brazen courage, and behold a set of cunning savages had made tho feat he hail promised to perforin 1 physical Impossibility. Savages? Yes, but from the very start he had always held to a sus picion that there was a white man t tho back of this active hive, di recting them. White man? Why not that dog of an infidel, Sidl Mo hammed Bergash? Captain Kettle had come to be lieve In his own instincts, and open ly and frankly he had mistrusted this Moor or Berber, or whatever ho was, with tho English education, ever slnco ho had seen him for the Brst time rldo up along the beach, nnd Bit on a horso that straddled out Its legs as though It were stand ing to bo photographed In a show ring. He slid down a rope Into tho boat ind waited for Mr. McTodd. That xpert reappeared on tho surface from time to time, took in air sup plies, kicked up his heels, and dls uppeared to mako further explora tions. Finally he swam with a vigorous ilde-stroke back to the boat, jerked himself up to her stern, aud stepped Inboard. "You may go back home, Captain," paid he, reaching for his clothes, "as fast as ye like. The survey ot the sea floor's clearly mapped In my head. And I may say tho con lours are well, are as ye surmised or worse. Gosh, and thoy say In the school-books that I was brought up on in Balllndrochater that It's to nts we're to look up as tho most Industrious animals on the face of the globe. Well, after tonight's ex perience, I shall Just have to write 1 postscript. It's prodigious the work these pagans must have put In. How's the tide?" , "An hour past flood." "Weel, thore'B n bank of stono rubbie down there wldo enough to 5arr a railroad. It's a matter of twelvo feot below tho water sur face now, and I should say It just alcely covered at the bottom of tho ebb. But It runs up to tho rock ihAad, and to tho shoal water istfii-n, and I guess friend Borgash ind his clansmen havo got the Nor man Towers fixed hero as firmly as is they'd got hor bolted down Into the bed-plato of Africa and fock itottrd through to China below" (To be ContUutU) TRADE NARKS DESIGNS. 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