The Adventures of Don Lavington, by George Manville Fenn. 

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Lindon, known as Don, is a boy in his late teens who has left school, and who lives with his mother and uncle Josiah, his father being dead, and works as a clerk in the office, the business being sugar and tobaccoimportation, in Bristol, England, which he does not much like. 

One day some money is missing from the office. It's pretty obvious whothe thief is, but Uncle Josiah continues to accuse Don. Another workerhas a row with his new young wife, and Don and he (Jem) decide to goaway for a bit, both feeling rather ill-used. Unfortunately they aretaken that night by the press-gang, and after some attempts to get away, they sail away to New Zealand. Here they manage to escape from theship, though the search for them is keen. They fall in with someMaoris, among whom lives an Englishman, who is actually an escapedconvict, but a good chap nonetheless. They assist the Maoris in theirown battles against other tribes. 

The scene turns to some English settlers. They become friendly with ourheroes. A Maori tribe attacks then, having been set up to do so bythree villains, who have also escaped from the convict settlement atNorfolk Island. They hold their own, but there is a timely interventionby the police. One of the three villains turn out to have been the manwho actually stole the money from Uncle Josiah's office. From this pointthings begin to turn out for the better, and the two heroes return toEngland, and all is forgiven. NH

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THE ADVENTURES OF DON LAVINGTON, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. 

CHAPTER ONE. 

FOUR FOLK O' BRISTOL CITY. 

"Mind your head! Crikey! That was near, 'nother inch, and you'd ha'crushed him like an eggshell. "

"Well, you told me to lower down. "

"No, I didn't, stupid. "

"Yes, you did. "

"No, I didn't. You're half tipsy, or half asleep, or--"

"There, there, hold your tongue, Jem. I'm not hurt, and Mike thoughtyou said lower away. That's enough. "

"No, it arn't enough, Mas' Don. Your uncle said I was to soop'rintend, and a nice row there'd ha' been when he come back if you hadn't had anyhead left. "

"Wouldn't have mattered much, Jem. Nobody would have cared. "

"Nobody would ha' cared? Come, I like that. What would your mother ha'said to me when I carried you home, and told her your head had beenscrunched off by a sugar-cask?"

"You're right, Mas' Don. Nobody wouldn't ha' cared. You aren't wantedhere. Why don't you strike for liberty, my lad, and go and make yourfortun' in furren parts?"

"Same as you have, Mike Bannock? Now just you look ye here. If ever Ihears you trying to make Master Don unsettled again, and setting himagen his work, I tells Mr Chris'mas, and no begging won't get you backon again. Fortun' indeed! Why, you ragged, penny-hunting, lazy, drunken rub-shoulder, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

"And I arn't a bit, Jem Wimble, not a bit. Never you mind him, MasterDon, you strike for freedom. Make your uncle give you your father'smoney, and then off you goes like a man to see life. "

"Now lookye here, " cried the sturdy, broad-faced young fellow who hadfirst spoken, as he picked up a wooden lever used for turning over thegreat sugar-hogsheads lying in the yard, and hoisting them into atrolly, or beneath the crane which raised them into the warehouse. "Lookye here, Mike Bannock, I never did knock a man down with this herewooden bar, but if you gets stirring Mas' Don again, has it you do, right across the back. Spang!"

"Be quiet, Jem, and put the bar down, " said Lindon Lavington, a dark, well set-up lad of seventeen, as he sat upon the head of asugar-hogshead with his arms folded, slowly swinging his legs. 

"No, I sha'n't put the bar down, Mas' Don. Your uncle left me in chargeof the yard, and--what yer sitting on the sugar-barrel for when there'sa 'bacco hogshead close by? Now just you feel how sticky you are. "

Don got off the barrel, and made a face, as he proved with one hand thetruth of the man's words, and then rubbed his treacly fingers againstthe warehouse wall. 

"Your mother'll make a row about that, just as my Sally does when I getmolasses on my clothes. "

"You should teach her to lick it off, Jemmy Wimble, " said therough-looking, red-faced labourer, who had lowered down a sugar-hogsheadso rapidly, that he had been within an inch of making it unnecessary towrite Don Lavington's life, from the fact of there being no life towrite. 

"You mind your own business, Mike, " said Jem, indignantly. 

"That's what I'm a-doing of, and a-waiting for orders, Mr Jem Wimble. He's hen-pecked, Mas' Don, that what's the matter with him. Beenmarried only three months, and he's hen-pecked. Haw-haw-haw! Poor oldcock-bird! Hen-pecked! Haw-haw-haw!"

Jem Wimble, general worker in the warehouse and yard of JosiahChristmas, West India merchant, of River Street, Bristol, gave Mike thelabourer an angry look, as he turned as red as a blushing girl. 

"Lookye here, " he cried angrily, as Don, who had reseated himself, thistime on a hogshead crammed full of compressed tobacco-leaves fromBaltimore, swung his legs, and looked on in a half-moody, half-amusedway; "the best thing that could happen for Christmas' Ward and forBristol City, would be for the press-gang to get hold o' you, and takeyou off to sea. "

"Haw-haw-haw!" laughed the swarthy, red-faced fellow. "Why don't yougive 'em the word, and have me pressed?"

"No coming back to be begged on then by Miss Kitty and Mas' Don, afterbeing drunk for a week. You're a bad 'un, that's what you are, MikeBannock, and I wish the master wouldn't have you here. "

"Not such a hard nut as you are, Jemmy, " said the man with a chuckle. "Sailors won't take me--don't want cripples to go aloft. Lookye here, Mas' Don, there's a leg. "

As he spoke, the great idle-looking fellow limped slowly, with anexaggerated display of lameness, to and fro past the door of the office. 

"Get out, Mike, " said Don, as the man stopped. "I believe that's nearlyall sham. "

"That's a true word, Mas' Don, " cried Jem. "He's only lame when hethinks about it. And now do please go on totting up, and let's getthese casks shifted 'fore your uncle comes back. "

"Well, I'm waiting, Jem, " cried the lad, opening a book he had under hisarm, and in which a pencil was shut. "I could put down fifty, while youare moving one. "

"That's all right, sir; that's all right. I only want to keep thingsstraight, and not have your uncle rowing you when he comes back. Seemsto me as life's getting to be one jolly row. What with my Sally athome, and your uncle here, and you always down in the mouth, and Mikenot sticking to his work, things is as miserable as mizzar. "

"He's hen-pecked, that's what he is, " chuckled Mike, going to the handleof the crane. "Poor old Jemmy! Hen-pecked, that's what's the matterwith him. "

"Let him alone, Mike, " said Don quietly. 

"Right, Mas' Don, " said the man; "but if I was you, " he murmuredhoarsely, as Jem went into the warehouse, "I'd strike for liberty. Iknows all about it. When your mother come to live with your uncle shegive him all your father's money, and he put it into the business. Iknow. I used to work here when you first come, only a little un, and anice little un you was, just after your poor father died. "

Don's brow wrinkled as he looked searchingly at the man. 

"You've a right to half there is here, Mas' Don; but the old man'sgrabbing of it all for his gal, Miss Kitty, and has made your mother andyou reg'lar servants. "

"It is not true, Mike. My uncle has behaved very kindly to my motherand me. He has invested my money, and given me a home when I was leftan orphan. "

"_Kick_!"

That is the nearest approach to the sound of Mike's derisive laugh, onewhich made the lad frown and dart at him an angry look. 

"Why, who told you that, my lad?"

"My mother, over and over again. "

"Ah, poor thing, for the sake o' peace and quietness. Don't you believeit, my lad. You've been werry kind to me, and begged me on again herewhen I've been 'most starving, and many's the shillin' you've give me, Mas' Don, to buy comforts, or I wouldn't say to you what I does now, andwerry welcome a shilling would be to-day, Mas' Don. "

"I haven't any money, Mike. "

"Got no money, my lad? What a shame, when half of all this here oughtto be yourn. Oh dear, what a cruel thing it seems! I'm very sorry foryou, Mas' Don, that I am, 'specially when I think of what a fine dashingyoung fellow like--"

"Don't humbug, Mike. "

"Nay, not I, my lad; 'tarn't likely. You know it's true enough. You'reone of the young fellows as is kep' out of his rights. I know what I'ddo if I was you. "

"What?"

"Not be always rubbing my nose again a desk. Go off to one o' thembu'ful foreign countries as I've told you of, where there's gold andsilver and dymons, and birds jus' like 'em; and wild beasts to kill, andsnakes as long as the main mast. Ah! I've seen some sights in furrenabroad, as what I've told you about's like nothing to 'em. Look here, Mas' Don, shall I stop on for an hour and tell you what I've seen inSouth America?"

"No, no, Mike; my uncle doesn't like you to be with me. "

"Ah, and well I knows it. 'Cause I tells you the truth and he feelsguilty, Mas' Don. "

"And--and it only unsettles me, " cried the boy with a despairing look inhis eyes. "Get on with your work, and I must get on with mine. "

"Ah, to be sure, " said the scoundrel with a sneer. "Work, work, work. You and me, Mas' Don, is treated worse than the black niggers as cutsthe sugar-canes down, and hoes the 'bacco in the plantations. I'm sorryfor you. "

Lindon Lavington thrust his little account book in his breast, andwalked hurriedly in the direction taken by the man Jem, enteringdirectly after a low warehouse door, where rows of sugar-hogsheads lay, and there was a murmur and buzz made by the attracted flies. 

Mike Bannock stood with his hands clasping the handle of the crane winchagainst which he leaned without moving, but his eyes were hard at work. 

He followed Don with them till he had disappeared through the low darkdoorway, then glanced at the closed gate leading into the busy street, and then at the open office door, a few yards away. 

All was still, save the buzzing of the flies about the casks on that hotmidsummer's day, and without the trace of a limp, the man steppedrapidly into the office, but only to dart back again in alarm, for, allat once, there was a loud rattling noise of straps, chains, and heavyharness. 

There was no cause for alarm. It was only the fat, sleepy horse in thetrolly shafts, who, at the same time that he gave his nosebag a toss, shook himself violently to get rid of the flies which preferred hisjuices to the sugar oozing from many a hogshead's seams. 

Mike darted into the office again; the flies buzzed; the horse munchedoats; the faint sound of Don's voice in converse with Jem Wimble couldhe heard; then there was a faint click as if a desk had been shut downsoftly, and Mike stepped out again, gave a hasty glance round, and thenext moment was standing dreamily with his eyes half-closed, graspingthe handle of the crane winch as Don returned, closely followed by JemWimble. 

"Now, Mas' Don, I'll just mark another, " said Jem, "and we'll have himout. "

He took a lump of chalk from a ledge close by, and ascended a stepladder to a door about six feet above the spot where Mike stood, and Donstood with his book under his arm, his brow rugged, and a thoughtfullook in his eyes. 

Just then the small door in the yard gate was opened, and asturdy-looking grey-haired man in snuff-coloured coat and cocked hat, drab breeches and gaiters, entered unseen by the pair, who had theirbacks to him. 

"I 'member, Mas' Don, when I were out in the _Mary Anne_ five year ago. We'd got to Pannymah, when the skipper stood with his glass to his eye, looking at a strange kind o' hobjick ashore, and he says to me, `Mike, my lad--'"

"You idle scoundrel! How many more times am I to tell you that I willnot have my time wasted over those lying stories of yours? Lindon, am Iever to be able to trust you when business takes me away?"

The words came in short sharp tones, and the speaker's dark eyes seemedto flash. The effect was marvellous. 

Mike began to turn the handle at a rapid rate, winding up the rope tillthe pair of hooks used for grasping the great hogsheads rattled withtheir chains against the pulley wheels of the crane, and a shout camefrom the warehouse, --

"Whatcher doing of? Hold hard!"

"Stop, sir!" cried the stern-looking man to Mike, just as Jem appearedat the upper doorway and looked down. 

"Oh!" he ejaculated. "Didn't know as you was there, sir. "

"It is disgraceful, Lindon. The moment my back is turned you leave yourdesk to come and waste the men's time. I am ashamed of you. "

Lindon's forehead grew more wrinkled as Josiah Christmas, merchant ofBristol city, and his maternal uncle, walked into the office, whitherthe lad followed slowly, looking stubborn and ill-used, for MikeBannock's poison was at work, and in his youthful ignorance and folly, he felt too angry to attempt a frank explanation. 

In fact, just then one idea pervaded his mind--two ideas--that his unclewas a tyrant, and that he ought to strike against his tyranny and befree. 

CHAPTER TWO. 

BLIND AS BATS. 

That same evening Don Lavington did not walk home with his uncle, buthung back to see Jem Wimble lock-up, and then sauntered slowly with himtoward the little low house by the entrance gates, where the yard-man, as he was called, lived in charge. 

Jem had been in the West India merchant's service from a boy, and no onewas more surprised than he when on the death of old Topley, JosiahChristmas said to him one morning, --

"Wimble, you had better take poor old Topley's place. "

"And--and take charge of the yard, sir?"

"Yes. I can trust you, can't I?"

"Oh, yes, sir; but--"

"Ah! Yes. You have no wife to put in the cottage. "

Jem began to look foolish, and examine the lining of his hat. 

"Well, sir, if it comes to that, " he faltered; and there was a weakcomical aspect in his countenance which made Don burst out laughing. 

"I know, uncle, " he cried, "he has got a sweetheart. "

"Well, Master Don, " said the young man, colouring up; "and nothing to beashamed on neither. "

"Certainly not, " said the merchant quietly. "You had better getmarried, Wimble, and you can have the cottage. I will buy and lend youold Topley's furniture. "

Wimble begged pardon afterwards, for on hearing all this astoundingnews, he rushed out of the office, pulled off his leather apron, put onhis coat as he ran, and disappeared for an hour, at the end of whichtime he returned, went mysteriously up to Don and whispered, --

"It's all right, sir; she says she will. "

The result was that Jem Wimble looked twice as important, and cocked hiscocked hat on one side, for he had ten shillings a week more, and thefurnished cottage, kept the keys, kept the men's time, and married awife who bore a most extraordinary likeness to a pretty little bantamhen. 

This was three months before the scene just described, but though Jemspoke in authoritative tones to the men, it was with bated breath to hislittle wife, who was standing in the doorway looking as fierce as akitten, when Jem walked up in company with his young master. 

"Which I will not find fault before Master Lindon, Jem, " she said; "butyou know I do like you to be home punctual to tea. "

"Yes, my dear, of course, of course, " said Jem, apologetically. "Notmuch past time, and had to shut up first. "

"That's what you always say when you're late. You don't know, MasterDon, what a life he leads me. "

"'Tain't true, Master Don, " cried Jem. "She's always a-wherritting me. "

"Now I appeal to Master Don: was it me, sir, as was late? There's thetea ready, and the bread and butter cut, and the watercresses turninglimp, and the flies getting at the s'rimps. It arn't your fault, sir, Iknow, and I'm not grumbling, but there never was such a place as thisfor flies. "

"It's the sugar, Sally, " said Don, who had sauntered aimlessly in withJem, and as he stared round the neat little kitchen with the pleasantmeal all ready, he felt as if he should like to stay to tea instead ofgoing home. 

"Yes, it's the sugar, sir, I know; and you'd think it would sweeten somepeople's temper, but it don't. "

"Which if it's me you mean, and you're thinking of this morning--"

"Which I am, Jem, and you ought to be ashamed. You grumbled over yourbreakfast, and you reg'larly worried your dinner, and all on account ofa button. "

"Well, then, you should sew one on. When a man's married he does expectto find buttons on his clean shirts. "

"Yes, and badly enough you want 'em, making 'em that sticky as you do. "

"I can't help that; it's only sugar. "

"Only sugar indeed! And if it was my last words I'd say it--there _was_a button on the neck. "

"Well, I know that, " cried Jem; "and what's the good of a button beingon, if it comes off directly you touch it? Is it any good, Mas' Don?"

"Oh, don't ask me, " cried the lad, half-amused, half annoyed, andwishing they'd ask him to tea. 

"He dragged it off, Master Don. "

"I didn't. "

"You did, Jem, and you know you did, just to aggravate me. "

"Wasn't half sewn on. "

"It was. I can't sew your buttons on with copper wire. "

"You two are just like a girl and boy, " cried Don. "Here you haveeverything comfortable about you, and a good place, and you're alwaysquarrelling. "

"Well, it's his fault, sir. "

"No, sir, it's her'n. "

"It's both your faults, and you ought to be ashamed of yourselves. "

"I'm not, " said Sally; "and I wish I'd never seen him. "

"And I'm sure I wish the same, " said Jem despondently. "I never seesuch a temper. "

"There, Master Don, " cried the droll-looking little Dutch doll of awoman. "That's how he is always going on. "

"There, Jem, now you've made your poor little wife cry. You are themost discontented fellow I ever saw. "

"Come, I like that, Master Don; you've a deal to brag about, you have. Why, you're all at sixes and sevens at home. "

This was such a home thrust that Don turned angrily and walked out ofthe place. 

"There!" cried Sally. "I always knew how it would be. Master Don wasthe best friend we had, and now you've offended him, and driven himaway. "

"Shouldn't ha' said nasty things then, " grumbled Jem, sitting down andattacking his tea. 

"Now he'll go straight to his uncle and tell him what a man you are. "

"Let him, " said Jem, with his mouth full of bread and butter. 

"And of course you'll lose your place, and we shall be turned out intothe street to starve. "

"Will you be quiet, Sally? How's a man to eat his tea with you going onlike that?"

"Turned out into the world without a chance of getting another place. Oh! It's too bad. Why did I ever marry such a man as you?"

"'Cause you were glad of the chance, " grumbled Jem, raising his hand topour out some tea, but it was pushed aside indignantly, and the littlewoman busily, but with a great show of indignation, filled and sweetenedher husband's cup, which she dabbed down before him, talking all thewhile, and finishing with, --

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Jem. "

"I am, " he grumbled. "Ashamed that I was ever such a stupid as to marrya girl who's always dissatisfied. Nice home you make me. "

"And a nice home you make me, sir; and don't eat your victuals so fast. It's like being at the wild beast show. "

"That's right; go on, " grumbled Jem, doubling his rate of consumption. "Grudge me my meals now. Good job if we could undo it all, and be as wewas. "

"I wish we could, " cried the little woman, whose eyes seemed to say thather lips were not telling the truth. 

"So do I, " cried Jem, tossing off his third cup of tea; and then to hislittle wife's astonishment he took a thick slice of bread and butter ineach hand, clapped them together as if they were cymbals, rose from thetable and put on his hat. 

"Where are you going, Jem?"

"Out. "

"What for?"

"To eat my bread and butter down on the quay. "

"But why, Jem?"

"'Cause there's peace and quietness there. "

_Bang_! Went the door, and little Mrs Wimble stood gazing at itangrily for a few moments before sitting down and having what she called"a good cry, " after which she rose, wiped her eyes, and put away the teathings without partaking of any herself. 

"Poor Jem!" she said softly; "I'm afraid I'm very unkind to himsometimes. "

Just at that moment Jem was sitting on an empty cask, eating his breadand butter, and watching a boat manned by blue-jackets going off to thesloop of war lying out toward the channel, and flying her colours in theevening breeze. 

"Poor little Sally!" he said to himself. "We don't seem to get onsomehow, and I'm afraid I'm a bit rough to her; but knives and scissors!What a temper she have got. "

Meanwhile, in anything but a pleasant frame of mind, Don had gone hometo find that the tea was ready, and that he was being treated as alaggard. 

"Come, Lindon, " said his uncle quietly, "you have kept us waiting sometime. "

The lad glanced quickly round the well-furnished room, bright withcuriosities brought in many a voyage from the west, and with the poisonof Mike's words still at work, he wondered how much of what he sawrightfully belonged to him. 

The next moment his eyes lit on the soft sweet troubled face of hismother, full of appeal and reproach, and it seemed to Don that his unclehad been upsetting her by an account of his delinquencies. 

"It's top bad, and I don't deserve it, " he said to himself. "Everythingseems to go wrong now. Well, what are you looking at?" he added, tohimself, as he took his seat and stared across at his cousin, theplaymate of many years, whose quiet little womanly face seemed to repeather father's grave, reproachful look, but who, as it were, snatched hereyes away as soon as she met his gaze. 

"They all hate me, " thought Don, who was in that unhappy stage of aboy's life when help is so much needed to keep him from turning down oneof the dark side lanes of the great main route. 

"Been for a walk, Don?" said his mother with a tender look. 

"No, mother, I only stopped back in the yard a little while. "

His uncle set down his cup sharply. 

"You have not been keeping that scoundrel Bannock?" he cried. 

"No, sir; I've been talking to Jem. "

"Ho!" ejaculated the old merchant. "That's better. But you might havecome straight home. "

Don's eyes encountered his Cousin Kitty's just then, as she gave herhead a shake to throw back the brown curls which clustered about herwhite forehead. 

She turned her gaze upon her plate, and he could see that she wasfrowning. 

"Yes, " thought Don, "they all dislike me, and I'm only a worry andtrouble to my mother. I wish I was far away--anywhere. "

He went on with his tea moodily and in silence, paying no heed to thereproachful glances of his mother's eyes, which seemed to him to say, and with some reason, "Don't be sulky, Don, my boy; try and behave as Icould wish. "

"It's of no use to try, " he said to himself; and the meal passed offvery silently, and with a cold chill on every one present. 

"I'm very sorry, Laura, " said her brother, as soon as Don had left theroom; "and I don't know what to do for the best. I hate finding faultand scolding, but if the boy is in the wrong I must chide. "

"Try and be patient with him, Josiah, " said Mrs Lavington pleadingly. "He is very young yet. "

"Patient? I'm afraid I have been too patient. That scoundrel at theyard has unsettled him with his wild tales of the sea; and if I allowedit, Don would make him quite a companion. "

"But, Josiah--"

"There, don't look like that, my dear. I promised you I would play afather's part to the boy, and I will; but you must not expect me to be aweak indulgent father, and spoil him with foolish lenity. There, enoughfor one day. I daresay we shall get all right in time. "

"Oh, yes, " cried Mrs Lavington, earnestly. "He's a true-hearted, braveboy; don't try to crush him down. "

"Crush him, nonsense!" cried the merchant, angrily. "You really are toobad, Laura, and--"

He stopped, for just then Don re-entered the room to flush up angrily ashe saw his mother in tears; and he had heard enough of his uncle'sremark and its angry tone to make him writhe. 

"Ill using her now, " he said to himself, as he set his teeth and walkedto the window. 

The closing of the door made him start round quickly, to find that hismother was close behind him, and his uncle gone. "What has Uncle Josbeen saying to you, mother?" he cried angrily. 

"Nothing--nothing particular, my boy, " she faltered. "He has, " criedDon fiercely; "and I won't have it. He may scold and abuse me as muchas he likes, but I will not have him ill use you. "

"Ill use me, Don?" cried Mrs Lavington. "Nonsense, my dear boy. Youruncle is all that is kind and good; and he loves you very dearly, Don, if you could only try--try a little more, my dear boy, to do what helikes, and please him. "

"I do try, mother, but it's no good. "

"Don't say that, Don. Try a little harder--for my sake, dear, as wellas your own. "

"I have tried, I am always trying, and it's of no use. Nothing pleasesuncle, and the men in the yard know it. "

"Don, my boy, what foolish obstinate fit is this which has come overyou?" said Mrs Lavington tenderly. 

"I'm not obstinate, " he said sullenly; "only unhappy. "

"Is it not your own fault, my darling?" she whispered; "believe me, youruncle is one of the kindest and best of men. "

Don shook his head. 

"Are you going to prefer the opinion of the men of the yard to mine, dear?"

"No, mother, but uncle is your brother, and you believe in him anddefend him. You know how harsh and unkind he is to me. "

"Not unkind, Don, only firm and for your good. Now come, my boy, do, for my sake, try to drive away these clouds, and let us all be happyonce more. "

"It's of no use to try, mother; I shall never be happy here, tied downto a desk. It's like being uncle's slave. "

"What am I to say to you, Don, if you talk like this?" said MrsLavington. "Believe me you are wrong, and some day you will own it. You will see what a mistaken view you have taken of your uncle'streatment. There, I shall say no more now. "

"You always treat me as if I were a child, " said Don, bitterly. "I'mseventeen now, mother, and I ought to know something. "

"Yes, my boy, " said Mrs Lavington gently; "at seventeen we think weknow a good deal; and at forty we smile as we look back and see what avery little that `good deal' was. "

Don shook his head. 

"There, we will have no more sad looks. Uncle is eager to do all he canto make us happy. "

"I wish I could think so, " cried Don, bitterly. 

"You may, my dear. And now, come, try and throw aside all thosefanciful notions about going abroad and meeting with adventures. Thereis no place like home, Don, and you will find out some day that istrue. "

"But I have no home till I make one, " said the lad gloomily. 

"You have an excellent home here, Don, the gift of one who has kindlytaken the place toward you of your father. There, I will listen to nomore from you, for this is all foolish fighting of your worse againstyour better self. "

There was a quiet dignity in his mother's words which awed Don for themoment, but the gentle embrace given the next minute seemed to undo thatwhich the firmness had achieved, and that night the cloud over the lad'slife seemed darker than ever. 

"She takes uncle's side and thinks he is everything, " he said gloomily, as he went to bed. "She means right, but she is wrong. Oh, how I wishI could go right away somewhere and begin life all over again. "

Then he lay down to sleep, but slumber did not come, so he went onthinking of many things, to fall into a state of unconsciousness atlast, from which he awoke to the fact that it was day--a very eventfulday for him, but he did not awaken to the fact that he was very blind. 

CHAPTER THREE. 

AN AWKWARD GUINEA. 

It was a busy day at the yard, for a part of the lading of a sugar shipwas being stored away in Uncle Josiah's warehouses; but from the verycommencement matters seemed to go wrong, and the state of affairs aboutten o'clock was pretty ably expressed by Jem Wimble, who came up to Donas he was busy with pencil and book, keeping account of the deliveries, and said in a loud voice, --

"What did your uncle have for breakfast, Mas' Don?"

"Coffee--ham--I hardly know, Jem. "

"Ho! Thought p'r'aps it had been cayenne pepper. "

"Nonsense!"

"Ah, you may say that, but see how he is going it. 'Tarn't my faultthat the dock men work so badly, and 'tarn't my fault that Mike isn'there, and--"

"Don't stand talking to Wimble, Lindon, " said a voice sharply, and UncleJosiah came up to the pair. "No, don't go away, Wimble. Did Bannocksay he should stay away to-day?"

"Not to me, uncle. "

"Nor to me, sir. "

"It's very strange, just as we are so busy too. He has not drawn anymoney. "

"P'r'aps press-gang's got him, sir, " suggested Jem. 

"Humph! Hardly likely!" said Uncle Josiah; and he went on and enteredthe office, to come out at the end of a few minutes and beckon to Don. 

"Lindon, " he said, as the lad joined him, "I left nine guineas and ahalf in the little mahogany bowl in my desk yesterday. Whom have youpaid?"

"Paid? No one, sir. "

"But eight guineas are gone--missing. "

"Eight guineas? Missing, sir?"

"Yes, do you know anything about them?"

"No, sir. I--that is--yes, I remember now: I picked up a guinea on thefloor, and meant to give it to you. Here it is: I forgot all about it. "

Don took a piece of gold from his flap waistcoat pocket, and handed itto his uncle, who looked at him so curiously that the boy grew confused. 

"Picked this up on the floor, Lindon?" said Uncle Josiah. 

"Yes, sir. It had rolled down by my desk. "

"It is very strange, " said Uncle Josiah, thoughtfully. "Well, thatleaves seven missing. You had better look round and see if you can findthem. "

Don felt uncomfortable, he hardly knew why; but it seemed to him thathis uncle looked at him doubtingly, and this brought a feeling of hotindignation into the boy's brain. 

He turned quickly, however, entered the office, and with his unclelooking on, searched all over the floor. 

"Well?"

"There's nothing here, sir. Of course not, " cried Don eagerly; "MrsWimble sweeps up every morning, and if there had been she would havefound it. "

Uncle Josiah lifted off his cocked hat, and put it on again wrong wayfirst. 

"This is a very unpleasant affair, Lindon, " he said. "I can afford tolose seven guineas, or seven hundred if it came to that, but I can'tafford to lose confidence in those whom I employ. "

Don felt hot and cold as his uncle walked to the door and called Jem;and as he waited he looked at the map of an estate in the West Indies, all fly-specked and yellow, then at the portraits of three merchantvessels in full sail, all as yellow and fly-specked as the map, andshowing the peculiarity emphasised by the ingenious artist, of theirsails blown out one way and their house flags another. 

"Surely uncle can't suspect me, " he said to himself; and then thethought came again--"surely uncle can't suspect me. "

"Come in here, Wimble, " said Uncle Josiah, very sternly. 

Jem took off his hat, and followed him into the office. 

"Some money is missing from my desk, Wimble. Have you seen it?"

"Me, sir?" said Jem, stooping down and peering in all directions underthe desks. "No, sir, I harn't seen it. Let's see, I don't think I'vebeen here only when I locked up. "

"By some mischance I left my desk unlocked when I went out in a hurryyesterday. Lindon here has found one piece on the floor. "

"P'r'aps tothers is there, too, " said Jem eagerly. 

"No; we have looked. Call your wife. Perhaps she may have found themwhen sweeping. "

"Not she, sir, " said Jem. "If she had she'd ha' told me. 'Sides, howcould they ha' got on the floor?"

"That remains to be proved, Wimble, " said Uncle Josiah, drily. "Callyour wife. "

Jem went to the door, rubbing his ear, and as it happened, seeing hiswife outside the cottage, telegraphed to her to come by working one armabout furiously. 

Little Mrs Wimble came up in a hurry, looking scared. 

"Take off that there dirty apron, " whispered Jem, making a dash at theoffending garment, and snatching back his hand bleeding from the scratchof the pin by which it was fastened. 

"Look at that, " he began. 

"Then you shouldn't--"

"Silence!" said Uncle Josiah. "Mrs Wimble, did you sweep up this roomto-day?"

"That I did, sir, and dusted too, and if there's any dust, it must bean--"

"Hush! Don't talk so. Listen to me. Did you find any money on thefloor?"

"Sakes alive, sir, no. "

"You are quite sure?"

"Oh yes, sir, quite sure. Have you dropped anything?"

"Yes! No! That will do. "

Mrs Wimble stared. 

"Don't you hear?" whispered Jem. "Be off!"

The little woman gave him an angry look, and then hurried from theoffice, looking put out and hurt. 

"This money must be found, " said Uncle Josiah sternly, as soon as theywere alone. "You are sure that you have seen no more, Lindon?"

"Quite, uncle. I'm sorry I forgot about the guinea I found. "

"Yes!" said Uncle Josiah, giving him a quick searching look. "You arequite certain, Wimble?"

"Me, sir? Oh, yes; I'm moral sartain. "

"I should be sorry to suspect any one, and behave unjustly, but I musthave this matter cleared up. Michael Bannock is away, and I cannotconceive his being absent without money, unless he is ill. Wimble, goand see. "

"Yes, sir, " said the yard-man, with alacrity; and he went off shakinghis head, as if all this was a puzzle beyond his capacity to comprehend. 

"You had better go to your desk, Lindon, " said Uncle Josiah, coldly. 

Don started, and mounted his stool, but he could not write. His brainwas confused; and from time to time he glanced at the stern-looking oldmerchant, and tried to grasp his thoughts. "Surely uncle can't suspectme--surely he can't suspect me!" he found himself saying again, and thetrouble seemed to increase till he felt as if he must speak out and sayhow sorry he was that he had picked up the money and forgotten all aboutit, when Jem returned. 

"He arn't ill, sir, " said the man eagerly, "I found him close by, at theLittle Half Moon, in the back street. "

"Drinking?"

"Yes, sir, and treating a lot of his mates. He wanted me to have some, and when I wouldn't, he said I should, and emptied half a glass over me. See here. "

He held up one of his broad skirts which was liberally splashed. 

Uncle Josiah frowned, and took a turn or two up and down the office. Then he stopped before Jem. 

"Go round to Smithers the constable. You know: the man who came whenthe rum was broached. "

"Yes, sir, I know. "

"Ask Smithers to bring Michael Bannock round here. I must clear thismatter up. "

"Yes, sir, " said Jem; and he hurried out, while Don drew a long breath. 

"Uncle does not suspect me, " he said to himself. "The scoundrel! Hemust have taken advantage of your back being turned to come in here. You did not notice anything, Lindon?"

"No, uncle, and I hardly think he could have been left alone. "

"But the money is missing; some of it was dropped; this man is alwayspenniless; he has not drawn his wages, and yet he is half tipsy andtreating his companions. I hope I am not suspecting him wrongfully, butit looks bad, Lindon, it looks bad. "

The old merchant sat down and began to write. So did Don, who feltbetter now, and the time glided on till there were the sounds of feetheard in the yard, and directly after Mike, looking very red-eyed andflushed, entered the office, half pushed in by Jem Wimble and ahard-faced ugly man, who had a peculiar chip out of, or dent in, hisnose. 

"Morn', master, " said Mike, boisterously. "Couldn't yer get on withoutyer best man i' th' yard?"

"Silence, sir!" cried Uncle Josiah, turning round, and glaringmagisterially at the culprit. 

"Take yer hat off, can't yer?" cried Jem, knocking it off for him, andthen picking it up and handing it. 

"Give man time, Jem Wimble, " said Mike, with a grimace. "Want to pay mewhat you owes me, master?"

"Hold your tongue, sir! And listen. Constable, a sum of money has beenabstracted from my desk, and this man, who I believe was penniless twodays ago, is now staying away from his work treating his friends. "

"Steady, master; on'y having a glass. "

"He was paying for ale with a guinea when I fetched him out, sir, " saidthe constable. "Now, Mike, you're wanted for another ugly job, so youmay as well clear yourself of this if you can. "

"What yer mean with your ugly job?" said the man, laughing. 

"You'll know soon enough; you and four more are in trouble. Now then, what money have you got on you?"

"None 'tall. "

"Out with it. "

"Well, only two o' these. I did have three, " grumbled the man, reluctantly taking out a couple of guineas from his pocket. 

"Looks bad, sir, " said the constable. "Now then, where did you getthem?"

"What's that to you?"

"Enough for Mr Christmas to charge you with robbing his desk, my lad;and this and what I've got against you will send you to Botany Bay. "

"What, me? Rob a good master? Not a penny. "

"What have you done with the rest?" continued the constable. 

"Never had no more, and wouldn't have had that if I'd knowed. "

"This will do, sir, " said the constable. "You charge him here withstealing money from your desk?"

"I am afraid I must, " said Uncle Josiah. 

"What, me? Charge me?" cried the man, angrily. 

"Yes, Bannock, reluctantly; but it seems that you are the thief. "

"No: not me!" cried the man, fiercely. "It warn't me. It was him. "

Don started and turned pale, as the man stood pointing at him. 

"What do you mean?" cried Uncle Josiah. 

"Mean? Why, I ketched him a-helping hisself to the money, and he giveme three guineas to hold my tongue. "

"What?"

"And when I wouldn't take 'em he said if I didn't he'd say it was me;and that's the whole truth, and nothing else. "

"Lindon, what have you to say to this?" cried Uncle Josiah. 

Don thought of the guinea he had picked up, of his uncle's curious lookwhen he gave it to him, and as he turned red and white with terror anddismay, mingled with confusion, he tried to speak, but try how he would, no words would come. 

CHAPTER FOUR. 

MIKE BANNOCK HAS A RIDE. 

"You wretch!"

Those two words were a long time coming, but when they did escape fromLindon's lips, they made up in emphasis and force for their brevity. 

"Steady, Master Don, steady, " said Jem, throwing his arms round theboy's waist, and holding him back. "You arn't strong enough to fighthim. "

"Wretch? Oh! Well, I like that. Why, some men would ha' gone straightto your uncle here, and told him all about it; but I didn't, and I'dmade up my mind to send him the money back, only I met two or threemates, and I had to change one of 'em to give the poor lads a drink o'ale. "

"You own, then, that you had my money, sir?" cried the old merchant. 

"Well--some on it, master. He give it me. S'pose I oughtn't to havetook it, but I didn't like to come and tell you, and get the poor ladinto trouble. He's so young, you see. "

"Uncle, it is not true!" cried Lindon, excitedly. 

"But you had one of the guineas in your pocket, sir. "

"Yes, uncle, but--"

"Course he had, " interrupted Mike sharply. "I told you it wouldn't do, Master Don. I begged you not to. "

"You villain!" cried Don, grinding his teeth, while his uncle watchedhim with a sidelong look. 

"Calling names won't mend it, my lad. I knowed it was wrong. I telledhim not to, sir, but he would. "

This was to the constable in a confidential tone, and that functionaryresponded with a solemn wink. 

"It is not true, uncle!" cried Don again. 

"Oh, come now, " said Mike, shaking his head with half tipsy reproach, "Iwouldn't make worse on it, my lad, by telling a lot o' lies. You didwrong, as I says to you at the time; but you was so orbst'nate youwould. Says as you'd got such lots of money, master, as you'd nevermiss it. "

Uncle Josiah gave vent to a sound resembling a disgusted grunt, andturned from the speaker, who continued reproachfully to Don, --

"What you've got to do, my lad, is to go down on your bended knees toyour uncle, as is a good master as ever lived--and I will say that, comewhat may--and ask him to let you off this time, and you won't do so anymore. "

"Uncle, you won't believe what he says?" cried Don wildly. 

Uncle Josiah did not reply, only looked at him searchingly. 

"He can't help believing it, my lad, " said Mike sadly. "It's werryshocking in one so young. "

Don made a desperate struggle to free himself from Jem's encirclingarms, but the man held fast. 

"No, no, my lad; keep quiet, " growled Jem. "I'm going to spoil theshape of his nose for him before he goes. "

"Then you don't believe it, Jem?" cried Don, passionately. 

"Believe it, my lad? Why, I couldn't believe it if he swore it 'fore ahundred million magistrits. "

"No, that's allus the way with higgerant chaps like you, Jem Wimble, "said Mike; "but it's all true, genelmen, and I'm sorry I didn't speakout afore like a man, for he don't deserve what I did for him. "

"Hah!" ejaculated Uncle Josiah, and Don's face was full of despair. 

"You charge Mike Bannock, then, with stealing this money, sir, " said theconstable. 

"Yes, certainly. "

"What?" roared Mike, savagely, "charge me?"

"That will do, " said the constable, taking a little staff with a brasscrown on the end from his pocket. "No nonsense, or I shall call inhelp. In the King's name, my lad. Do you give in?"

"Give in? What for? I arn't done nothing. Charge him; he's thethief. "

Don started as if the word _thief_ were a stinging lash. 

Jem loosed his hold, and with double fists dashed at the scoundrel. 

"You say Master Don's a thief!"

"Silence, Wimble! Stand back, sir, " cried Uncle Josiah, sternly. 

"But, sir--"

"Silence, man! Am I master here?"

Jem drew back muttering. 

"Charge him, I say, " continued Mike, boisterously; "and if you won't, Iwill. Look here, Mr Smithers, I charge this 'ere boy with going to hisuncle's desk and taking all the gold, and leaving all the silver in alittle hogamee bowl. "

"You seem to know all about it, Mike, " said the constable, grimly. 

"Course I do, my lad. I seed him. Caught him in the werry act, and hedropped one o' the guineas, and it run away under the desk, and hecouldn't find it. "

"You saw all that, eh?" said the constable. 

"Every bit of it. I swears to it, sir. "

"And how came you to be in the office to see it?"

"How come I in the office to see it?" said Mike, staring; "how come I inthe office to see it?"

"Yes. Your work's in the yard, isn't it?"

"Course it is, " said Mike, with plenty of effrontery; "but I heerd themoney jingling like, and I went in to see. "

"And very kind of you too, Mike, " said the constable, jocularly. "Don'tyou forget to tell that to the magistrates. "

"Magistrits? What magistrits? Master arn't going to give me incustody, I know. "

"Indeed, but I am, you scoundrel, " cried Uncle Josiah, wrathfully. "Youare one of the worst kind of thieves--"

"Here, take that back, master. "

"Worst kind of scoundrels--dogs who bite the hand that has fed them. "

"I tell yer it was him, " said Mike, with a ferocious glare at Don. 

"All right, Mike, you tell the magistrates that, " said the constable, "and don't forget. "

"I arn't going 'fore no magistrits, " grumbled Mike. 

"Yes, you are, " said the constable, taking a pair of handcuffs from hispocket. "Now then, is it to be quietly?"

Mike made a furious gesture. 

"Just as you like, " said the constable. "Jem Wimble, I call you in theKing's name to help. "

"Which I just will, " cried Jem, with alacrity; and he made at Mike, while Don felt a strange desire tingling in his veins as he longed tohelp as well. 

"I gives in, " growled Mike. "I could chuck the whole lot on you outerwinder, but I won't. It would only make it seem as if I was guilty, andit's not guilty, and so I tell you. Master says I took the money, and Isays it was that young Don Lavington as is the thief. Come on, youngster. I'll talk to you when we're in the lock-up. "

Don looked wildly from Mike to his uncle, whose eyes were fixed on theconstable. 

"Do you charge the boy too, sir?"

Uncle Josiah was silent for some moments. 

"No! Not now!"

Lindon's heart leapt at that word "_no_!" But it sank again at the"_not now_. "

"But the case is awkward, sir, " said the constable. "After what thisman has said we shall be obliged to take some notice of the matter. "

"'Bliged to? Course you will. Here, bring 'im along. Come on, mate. I can tell you stories all night now about my bygones. Keep up yersperrits, and I daresay the magistrits 'll let you off pretty easy. "

"If there is any charge made against my young clerk, "--Don winced, forhis uncle did not say, "against my nephew, "--"I will be answerable forhis appearance before the magistrates. That will be sufficient, Ipresume. "

"Yes, sir, I suppose that will do, " said the constable. 

"But I s'pose it won't, " said Mike. "He's the monkey and I'm only thecat. You've got to take him if you does your dooty, and master 'll beanswerable for me. "

"Exactly, " said the constable; "come along. "

"Nay, but this arn't fair, master. Take one, take all. You bring usboth. "

"Come along. "

"If you don't bring that there young un too, I won't go, " exclaimed thescoundrel, fiercely. 

_Click_!

A short struggle, and then _click_ again, and Mike Bannock's hands wereuseless, but he threw himself down. 

"Fair play, fair play, " he cried, savagely; "take one, take all. Areyou going to charge him, master?"

"Take the scoundrel away, Smithers, and once more I will be bail--beforethe magistrates, if necessary--for my clerk's appearance, " cried UncleJosiah, who was now out of patience. "Can I help?"

"Well, sir, you could, " said the constable, grimly; "but if you'd havein three or four of your men, and a short step ladder, we could sooncarry him off. "

"No man sha'n't carry me off, " roared Mike, as Jem ran out of the officewith great alacrity, and returned in a very short time with three menand a stout ladder, about nine feet long. 

"That's the sort, Wimble, " said the constable. "Didn't think of a rope, did you?"

"Did I think of two ropes?" said Jem, grinning. 

"Ah!" ejaculated the constable. "Now, Mike Bannock, I just warn youthat any violence will make your case worse. Take my advice, get up andcome quietly. "

"Take young Don Lavington too, then, and I will. "

"Get up, and walk quietly. "

"Not 'less you takes him. "

"Sorry to make a rumpus, sir, " said the constable, apologetically; "butI must have him out. "

"The sooner the better, " said Uncle Josiah, grimly. 

"I am ready to go, uncle, " said Don, quietly. "I am not afraid. "

"Hold your tongue, sir!" said the merchant, sternly; "and stand out ofthe way. "

"Now, Mike, " said the constable, "this is the third time of asking. Will you come quiet?"

"Take him too, " cried Mike. 

"Ready with those ropes, Wimble. You two, ready with that there. Now, Mike Bannock, you've been asked three times, and now you've got to mountthat ladder. "

"Any man comes a-nigh me, " roared Mike, "I'll--"

He did not say what, for the constable dashed at him, and by aningenious twist avoided a savage kick, threw the scoundrel over on hisface, as he lay on the floor, and sat upon him, retaining his seat inspite of his struggles. 

"Step the first, " said the constable, coolly. "Now, Wimble, I want thatladder passed under me, so as to lie right along on his back. Do yousee?"

"Yes, sir, " cried Jem, eagerly; and taking the ladder as the constablesat astride the prostrate scoundrel, holding down his shoulders, andeasing himself up, the ladder was passed between the officer's legs, and, in spite of a good deal of heaving, savage kicking, and one or twofierce attempts to bite, right along till it was upon Mike's back, projecting nearly two feet beyond his head and feet. 

"Murder!" yelled Mike, hoarsely. 

"What? Does it hurt, my lad? Never mind; you'll soon get used to it. "

The constable seated himself upon the ladder, whose sides and roundsthoroughly imprisoned the scoundrel in spite of his yells and strugglesto get free. 

"Now then, Wimble, I've got him. You tie his ankles, one each side, tightly to the ladder, and one of you bind his arms same way to theladder sides. Cut the rope. Mr Christmas will not mind. "

The men grinned, and set to work so handily that in a few moments Mikewas securely bound. 

"Now then, " said the constable, "I'll have one round his middle; give mea piece of rope; I'll soon do that. "

He seized the rope, and, without rising, rapidly secured it to one sideof the ladder. 

"Now, " he said, "raise that end. "

This was done, the rope passed under Mike, drawn up on the other side, hauled upon till Mike yelled for mercy, and then knotted twice. 

"There, my lads, " said the constable, rising; "now turn him over. "

The ladder was seized, turned, and there lay Mike on his back, safelysecured. 

"Here, undo these, " he said, sullenly. "I'll walk. "

"Too late, Mike, my boy. Now then, a couple of men head and tail. Letthe ladder hang at arm's length. Best have given in quietly, and nothave made yourself a show, Mike. "

"Don't I tell you I'll walk?" growled the prisoner. "And let us haveall our trouble for nothing? No, my lad, it's too late. Ready there!Up with him. Good morning, sir. March!"

The men lent themselves eagerly to the task, for Mike was thoroughlydisliked; and a few minutes later there was a crowd gathering andfollowing Mike Bannock as he was borne off, spread-eagled and halftipsy, to ponder on the theft and his chances in the cold damp placeknown in Bristol as the lock-up. 

Don Lavington stood in the office, waiting for his uncle to speak. 

CHAPTER FIVE. 

A STUBBORN DISPOSITION. 

"Stop!"

Don had taken his hat, and, seeing his uncle apparently immersed in aletter, was about to yield to his curiosity and follow the constable, when, as he reached the door, his uncle's word thundered out and madehim turn and go on with his writing in response to a severe look and apointing finger. 

From time to time the boy looked up furtively as he sat, and wonderedwhy his uncle did not say anything more about the money. 

But the time glided on, and the struggle between his desire to speak outfrankly and his indignant wounded pride continued. 

A dozen times over he was on the point of crossing to the stern-lookingold man, and begging him to listen and believe, but Uncle Josiah satthere with the most uncompromising of expressions on his face, and Dondared not speak. He dared not trust himself for very shame, as theincident had so upset him, that he felt sure that he must break down andcry like a child if he attempted to explain. 

After a time there was the sound of voices talking and laughing, and theclick of the heavy latch of the gate. Then through the open windowscame the deep _burr burr_ of Jem's bass, and the shrill inquiring tonesof Sally Wimble, as she eagerly questioned her lord. 

Then there were steps, some of which passed the office door; and Don, ashe sat with his head bent over a ledger, knew exactly whose steps thosewere, and where the makers of those steps were going to the differentwarehouses in the great yard. 

Directly after Jem's foot was heard, and he tapped at the door, pushedit a little way, and waited. 

"Come in, " said Uncle Josiah, sharply. 

Jem entered, doffing his cocked hat, and casting a sympathising look atDon, who raised his head. Then seeing that his employer was deeplyimmersed in the letter he was writing, Jem made a series ofgesticulations with his hat, supplemented by some exceedingly queergrimaces, all meant as a kind of silent language, which was veryexpressive, but quite incomprehensible to Don. 

"Well?" said Uncle Josiah, sharply. 

"Beg pardon, sir! Thought you'd like to hear how we got on?"

"Well?"

"Went pretty quiet, sir, till we got about half-way there, and then hebegun kicking like mad--leastways he didn't kick, because his legs wastied, but he let go all he could, and it was hard work to hold theladder. "

"And he is now safely locked up?"

"Yes, sir, and I've been thinking, sir, as he must have took that moneywhen Master Don here was up in the warehouse along o' me. "

"I daresay we shall find all out by-and-by, Wimble, " said the oldmerchant, coldly. "That will do, now. "

Jem looked uneasily at Don, as he turned his hat round to make surewhich was the right way on, and moved slowly toward the door. 

"Which, begging your pardon, sir, you don't think now as--"

"Well?" said the old merchant, sharply, for Jem had stopped. 

"Think as Mrs Wimble picked up any of the money, sir?"

"No, no, my man, of course not. "

"Thankye, sir, I'm glad of that; and if I might make so bold, sir, aboutMaster Don--"

"What do you wish to say, man?"

"Oh, nothing, sir, only I'm quite sure, sir, as it was all MikeBannock's doing, and--"

"I think you had better go on with your work, Wimble, which you dounderstand, and not meddle with things that are beyond you. "

"Certainly, sir, certainly, " said Jem, quickly. "Just going, sir;" andgiving Don a sympathetic look, he hurried out, but had hardly closed thedoor before he opened it again. 

"Beg pardon, sir, Mrs Lavington, sir, and Miss Kitty. "

Don started from his stool, crimson with mortification. His mother!What would Uncle Josiah say?

Jem Wimble gave Don another look full of condolence before he closed thedoor, leaving Mrs Lavington and her niece in the office. 

Mrs Lavington's face was full of anxiety and care, as she glanced fromher son to her brother and back again, while Kitty's was as full ofindignant reproof as she darted an angry look at Don, and then frownedand looked straight down at the floor. 

"Well?" said the old merchant, coldly, "why have you come? You know Ido not like you to bring Kitty here to the business place. "

"I--I heard--" faltered Mrs Lavington, who stood in great awe of herbrother when he was in one of his stern moods. 

"Heard? Well, what did you hear?"

"Such terrible news, Josiah. "

"Well, well, what?"

"Oh, my brother!" she exclaimed, wildly, as she stepped forward andcaught his hand, "tell me it is not true. "

"How can I tell you what is not true when I don't know what you aretalking about, " cried the old man, impatiently. "My dear Laura, do youthink I have not worries enough without your coming here?"

"Yes, yes; I know, dear. "

"And you ought to know that I shall do what is just and right. "

"I am sure of that, Josiah, but I felt obliged to come. Kitty and Iwere out shopping, and we met a crowd. "

"Then you should have turned down a side street. "

"But they were your men in the midst, and directly after I saw littleSally Wimble following. "

"Oh, she was, was she?" cried the old man, glad of some one on whom tovent his spleen. "That woman goes. How dare she leave the gates whenher husband is out? I shall be having the place robbed again. "

"Yes, that is what she said, Josiah--that you had been robbed, and thatDon--my boy--oh, no, no, no; say it is not true. "

Mrs Lavington looked wildly from one to the other, but there was a deadsilence, and in a few minutes the poor woman's manner had entirelychanged. When she first spoke it was as the timid, shrinking, affectionate woman; now it was as the mother speaking in defence of herchild. 

"I say it is not true, " she cried. "You undertook to be a father to mypoor boy, and now you charge him with having robbed you. "

"Laura, be calm, " said the old merchant, quietly; "and you had bettertake Kitty back home and wait. "

"You have always been too stern and harsh with the poor boy, " continuedMrs Lavington, without heeding him. "I was foolish ever to come andtrust to you. How dare you charge him with such a crime?"

"I did not charge him with any crime, my dear Laura, " said the oldmerchant, gravely. 

"Then it is not true?"

"It is true that I have been robbed, and that the man whom Lindon haspersisted in making his companion, in spite of all I have said to thecontrary, has charged him with the base, contemptible crime of robbingthe master who trusted him. "

"But it is not true, Josiah; and that is what you always do, treat mypoor boy as if he were your servant instead of your nephew--yoursister's boy. "

"I treat Lindon as if he were my son when we are at home, " said the oldman, quietly. "When we are here at the office I treat him as my clerk, and I trust him to look after my interests, and to defend me fromdishonest people. "

Don looked up, and it was on his lips to say, "Indeed, uncle, I alwayshave done so, " when the old man's next words seemed to chill and hardenhim. 

"But instead of doing his duty by me, I have constantly had to reprovehim for making a companion of a man whom I weakly, and against my betterjudgment, allowed in the yard; and the result is I have been robbed, andthis man accuses Lindon of committing the robbery, and bribing him tosilence. "

"But it is not true, Josiah. My son could not be guilty of such acrime. "

"He will have every opportunity of disproving it before themagistrates, " said Uncle Josiah, coldly. 

"Magistrates!--my boy?" exclaimed Mrs Lavington, wildly. "Oh, no, no, no, brother; you will not proceed to such extremities as these. My boybefore the magistrates. Impossible!"

"The matter is out of my hands, now, " said the old merchant, gravely. "I was bound to charge that scoundrel labourer with the theft. I couldnot tell that he would accuse your son of being the principal in thecrime. "

"But you will stop it now for my sake, dear. Don, my boy, why do younot speak, and beg your uncle's forgiveness?"

Don remained silent, with his brow wrinkled, his chin upon his breast, and a stubborn look of anger in his eyes, as he stood with his hands inhis pockets, leaning back against his desk. 

"Do you hear me, Don? Tell your uncle it is not true, and beg him tohelp you clear yourself from this disgrace. "

The lad made no reply, merely crossing his legs, and made hisshoe-buckles rasp together as he slowly moved his feet. 

"Don!"

He looked up strangely, met his mother's earnest appealing gaze, and forthe moment his better nature prevailed; but as he looked from her to hisuncle, and saw the old man's grey eyes fixed upon him searchingly, afeeling of obstinate anger swept over him again, and made him set histeeth, as something seemed to whisper to him, "No; you told the truth, and he would not believe you. Let him prove you guilty if he can!"

It was not the first time in history that a boy had stubbornly foughtagainst his better self, and allowed the worst part of his nature toprevail. 

"Do you not hear me, Don?" cried his mother. "Why do you not speak?"

Don remained silent, and Kitty, as she looked at him, angrily uttered animpatient ejaculation. 

"Don, my son, for my sake speak to your uncle. Do you not hear me?"

"Yes, mother. "

"Then appeal to him to help you. Ask him to forgive you if you havedone wrong. "

"And she believes me guilty, too, " thought Don, as he scowled at hisfeet. 

"But you have not done wrong, my boy. I, your mother, will not believeit of you. "

Don's better self began to force down that side of his mental scale. 

"You may have been weak and foolish, Don, but nothing worse. "

The evil scale went down now in turn, and with it the foolish, ignorantboy's heart sank low. 

"Come, Don. "

"I've nothing more to say, mother. "

"Nothing more to say!" cried Mrs Lavington, wildly. "Oh, yes, yes, youhave much to say, my boy. Come, throw away this wilful pride andobstinacy. "

"I wish I could, " thought Don one moment. "It is as cruel as it isunjust, " he thought the next; and he felt more obstinately full of pridethan ever. 

"Don, I command you to speak, " said Mrs Lavington, whose manner nowbegan to change; but unfortunately the stern tone she adopted had thewrong effect, and the wrinkles in the boy's face grew deeper, and theposition more strained. 

If Uncle Josiah, who had never had boys of his own, had come down fromthe lofty perch he had assumed, taken the boy's hand, and said in kindlyand frank tones, "Come, Don, my boy, there are troubles enough in life, clouds sufficient to obscure too much sunshine; speak out, let's haveall this over, and clear the storm away, "--if he had said something likethat, Don would have melted, and all would have been well; butaccustomed to manage men with an iron rule, Uncle Josiah had somehow, inspite of his straightforward, manly, and just character, seemed to repelthe boy whose charge he had taken, and instead now of making theslightest advance, he said to himself, "It is not my duty to eat humblepie before the obstinate young cub. It will be a severe lesson for him, and will do him good. "

So the breach widened. Don seemed to grow sulky and sullen, when he waslonging to cast himself upon his mother's neck. The poor woman feltindignant at her son's conduct, and the last straw which broke thecamel's back was laid on the top of the load by Kitty, who, moved by adesire to do good, made matters far worse by running across to Don, andin an impetuous way catching his hands and kissing him. 

"Don, dear!" she cried. 

The boy's face lit up. Here was some one who would believe him afterall, and he responded to her advances by grasping her hands tightly inhis. 

"Do, do speak, Don dear, and beg father to forgive you, " she cried. "Tell him it was a mistake, and that you will never do so again. "

Don let fall her hands, the deep scowl came over his brow again, and hehalf turned away. 

"No, no, Don, dear, " she whispered; "pray don't be obstinate. Confessthat you did it, and promise father to do better in the future. He willforgive you; I know he will. "

Don turned his back with an impatient gesture, and Kitty burst intotears, and went slowly to her aunt, to whose hands she clung. 

"Laura, dear, " said Uncle Josiah, gravely, "I think we had better bringthis painful interview to an end. You may rest assured that I shall dowhat is just and right by Don. He shall have every opportunity forclearing himself. "

"I am not guilty, " cried Don, fiercely throwing back his head. 

"I thought so this morning, my boy, " said the old merchant, gravely. "Your conduct now is making me think very differently. Laura, I willwalk home with you, if you please. "

"Josiah! Don, my boy, pray, pray speak, " cried Mrs Lavington, piteously. 

Don heard her appeal, and it thrilled him, but his uncle's words hadraised up an obstinacy that was stronger than ever, and while longing tothrow himself in his mother's arms--passionately longing so to do--hisindignant pride held him back, and he stood with his head bent, as inobedience to her brother Mrs Lavington took his arm, and allowed him tolead her out of the office, weeping bitterly the while. 

Don did not look up to meet his mother's yearning gaze, but for monthsand years after he seemed to see that look when far away in the midst ofperil, and too late he bitterly upbraided himself for his want offrankness and power to subdue his obstinate pride. 

"He thinks me guilty!" he said to himself, as he stood with his headbent, listening, and unaware of the fact that some one was still in theroom, till a light step came towards him, his hand was caught, and hischeek rapidly kissed. 

"Kitty!"

"Coming, father. "

Then there was a rapid step, the door closed, and Don stood in the sameattitude, listening to the steps on the gravel, and then to the bang ofthe wicket-gate. 

Alone with his thoughts, and they were many and strange. 

What should he do? Go right away, and--and--

"Mas' Don. "

He looked up, and Jem stood at the door. 

CHAPTER SIX. 

JEM WIMBLE TALKS SENSE. 

"May I come in?"

Don nodded. 

"The master's gone, and took the ladies 'long with him. Why, don't looklike that, my lad. Your uncle don't think you took the money?"

Don nodded. 

"But your mother don't, sir?"

"Yes, Jem, she believes me guilty too. "

"I never did!" cried Jem, excitedly. "But sure-_lie_ Miss Kitty don't?"

"Yes, Jem, they all think I'm a thief. Everybody does, " cried Don, passionately. 

"No, everybody don't, " said Jem, fiercely; "so don't talk like that, Mas' Don. Why, even I couldn't ha' stole that money--me, as is onlyyard-man, and nothing o' no consequence t'other day. So if I couldn'tha' done it, I'm quite sure as you, as is a young gentleman born andbred, couldn't. "

"But they think I did. Everybody thinks so. "

"Tell yer everybody don't think so, " cried Jem, sharply. "I don't, andas for them, they've all got dust in their eyes, that's what's thematter with them, and they can't see clear. But didn't you tell 'em asyou didn't?"

"Yes, Jem, " said Don, despondently; "at first. "

"Then why didn't you at last, too? Here, cheer up, my lad; it'll allblow over and be forgotten, same as the row was about thatsugar-hogshead as I let them take away. I don't say shake hands 'causeyou're like master and me only man, but I shakes hands with you in my'art, my lad, and I says, don't be down over it. "

"You couldn't shake hands with a thief, you mean, Jem, " said Don, bitterly. 

"Look here, Mas' Don, I can't punch your head because, as aforesaid, you're young master, and I'm only man; but for that there same what yousaid just now I hits you in my 'art. Thief indeed! But ah, my lad, itwas a pity as you ever let Mike come into the office to tell you hislies about furren parts. "

"Yes, Jem, it was. "

"When you might ha' got all he told you out o' books, and the storieswouldn't ha' been quite so black. "

"Ah, well, it's all over now. "

"What's all over?"

"My life here, Jem. I shall go right away. "

"Go? What?"

"Right away. Abroad, I think. "

"And what'll your mother do?"

"Forget me, I hope. I always was an unlucky fellow Jem. "

"What d'yer mean? Run away?"

"Yes, I shall go away. "

"Well, that's clever, that is. Why, that's just the way to make 'emthink you did it. Tshah! You stop like a man and face it out. "

"When everybody believes me guilty?"

"Don't be so precious aggrawatin', my lad, " cried Jem, plaintively. "Don't I keep on a-telling you that I don't believe you guilty. Why, I'd just as soon believe that I stole our sugar and sold bundles oftobacco-leaves to the marine store shops. "

Don shook his head. 

"Well, of all the aggrawatin' chaps I ever did see, you're 'bout theworst, Mas' Don. Don't I tell you it'll be all right?"

"No, Jem, it will not be all right. I shall have to go before themagistrates. "

"Well, what of that?"

"What of that?" cried Don, passionately. "Why, that scoundrel Mike willkeep to his story. "

"Let him!" cried Jem, contemptuously. "Why, who'd ever believe him i'preference to you?"

"My uncle--my mother--my cousin. "

"Not they, my boy. They don't believe it. They only think they do. They're sore just now, while it's all fresh. To-morrow by this timethey will be a-hanging o' themselves round about your neck, and a-askin'of your pardon, and kissin' of you. "

"No, Jem, no. "

"Well, I don't mean as your uncle will be kissin' of you, of course; buthe'll be sorry too, and a-shaking of your hand. "

Don shook his head. 

"There, don't get wagging your head like a Chinee figger, my lad. Takeit like a man. "

"It seems that the only thing for me to do, Jem, is to tie up a bundleand take a stick, and go and try my luck somewhere else. "

"And you free and independent! Why, what would you say if you was me, tied up and married, and allus getting into trouble at home. "

"Not such trouble as this, Jem. "

"Not such trouble as this, my lad? Worser ever so much, for you don'tdeserve it, and I do, leastwise, my Sally says I do, and I suppose I dofor being such a fool as to marry her. "

"You ought to be ashamed to talk like that, Jem. "

"So ought you, Mas' Don. I've often felt as if I should like to do asyou say and run right off, but I don't do it. "

"You have felt like that, Jem?" cried Don, eagerly. 

"Yes, often, my lad. "

"Then let's go, Jem. Nobody cares for us here. Let's go right away toone of the beautiful foreign countries Mike told me about, and begin anew life. "

"Shall us, Mas' Don?"

"Yes; why not? Get a passage in some ship, and stop where we like. Hehas told me of dozens of places that must be glorious. "

"Then we won't go, " said Jem, decidedly. "If Mike Bannock says they'refine spots, don't you believe him; they're bad 'uns. "

"Then let's go and select a place for ourselves, " cried Don. 

"Lor! I do wonder at you, Mas' Don, wantin' to leave such a mother asyou've got, and asking me to leave my wife. Why, what would they do?"

"I don't know, " said Don, sadly. "They care very little for us now. You can do as you like; I shall go. "

"Nay, nay, you won't, my lad. "

"Yes, Jem, I think I shall. "

"Ah, that's better! Think about it. "

"I should have thought that you'd be glad to come with me, Jem. "

"So I should, my lad; but there's a some'at as they calls dooty as allusseems to have hold on me tight. You wait a bit, and see how things turnout. "

"But I shall have to appear before the magistrates, and be called athief. "

"Ah, well, that won't be pleasant, my lad, of course; but wait. "

"Then you wouldn't go with me, Jem?"

"Don't tempt a man, Mas' Don, because I should like to go with you, andcourse I shouldn't like to go with you, because I shouldn't like you togo. There, I must get on with my work. "

At that very moment came the call of a shrill voice--

"Jem!"

"There I told you so. She see me come in here, and she's after mebecause I haven't got on with my casks. Oh, how sharp she is!"

Jem gave Don an intelligent nod of the head, and moved out, while thelad stood gazing at the opposite window and listened to the sharp voiceaddressing the foreman of the yard. 

"Poor Jem! He isn't happy either!" said Don, sadly, as the voices diedaway. "We might go right off abroad, and they'd be sorry then and thinkbetter of us. I wish I was ten thousand miles away. "

He seated himself slowly on his stool, and rested his arms upon thedesk, folding them across his chest; and then, looking straight beforehim at the door, his mental gaze went right through the panels, and hesaw silver rivers flowing over golden sands, while trees of the mostglorious foliage drooped their branches, and dipped the ends in theglancing water. The bright sun shone overhead; the tendrils and wavinggrass were gay with blossoms; birds of lovely plumage sang sweetly; andin the distance, on the one hand, fading away into nothingness, were theglorious blue mountains, and away to his right a shimmering sea. 

Don Lavington had a fertile brain, and on the canvas of his imaginationhe painted panorama after panorama, all bright and beautiful. Therewere no clouds, no storms, no noxious creatures, no trials and dangers. All was as he thought it ought to be, and about as different from thereality as could be supposed. But Don did not know that in his youthfulignorance, and as he sat and gazed before him, he asked himself whetherhe had not better make up his mind to go right away. 

"Yes, I will go!" he said, excitedly, as he started up in his seat. 

"No, " he said directly after, as in imagination now he seemed to begazing into his mother's reproachful eyes, "it would be too cowardly; Icould not go. "

CHAPTER SEVEN. 

DON AND JEM GO HOME TO TEA. 

It required no little effort on Don's part to go home that afternoon tothe customary meat tea which was the main meal of the day at his uncle'shome. 

He felt how it would be--that his uncle would not speak to him beyondsaying a few distant words, such as were absolutely necessary. Kittywould avert her eyes, and his mother keep giving him reproachful looks, every one of which was a silent prayer to him to speak. 

The afternoon had worn away, and he had done little work for thinking. His uncle had not been back, and at last Jem's footstep was heardoutside, and he passed the window to tap lightly on the door and thenopen it. 

"Come, Mas' Don, " he said, cheerily, "going to work all night?"

"No, Jem, no. I was just thinking of going. "

"That's right, my lad, because it's past shutting-up time. Feel betternow, don't you?"

"No, Jem, I feel worse. "

"Are you going to keep the yard open all the evening, Jem?" cried ashrill voice. "Why don't you lock-up and come in to tea?"

"There! Hear that!" said Jem, anxiously. "Do go, Mas' Don, or Isha'n't get to the end on it. 'Nuff to make a man talk as you do. "

"Jem!"

"Here, I'm a-coming, arn't I?" he cried, giving the door a thump withhis fist. "Don't shout the ware'us down!"

"Jem!"

"Now did you ever hear such a aggrawatin' woman?" cried Jem. "She'ssuch a little un that I could pick her up, same as you do a kitten, Mas'Don--nothing on her as you may say; but the works as is inside her isthat strong that I'm 'fraid of her. "

"Jem!"

He opened the door with a rush. 

"Ya-a-a-as!" he roared; "don't you know as Mas' Don arn't gone?"

Little Mrs Wimble, who was coming fiercely up, flounced round, and thewind of her skirts whirled up a dust of scraps of matting and cooper'schips as she went back to the cottage. 

"See that, Mas' Don? Now you think you've all the trouble in the worldon your shoulders, but look at me. Talk about a woman's temper turningthe milk sour in a house. Why, just now there's about three hundredhogsheads o' sugar in our ware'us--two hundred and ninety-three, andfour damages not quite full, which is as good as saying three hundred--see the books whether I arn't right. Well, Mas' Don, I tell you for thetruth that I quite frights it--I do, indeed--as she'll turn all thatthere sweetness into sour varjus 'fore she's done. Going, sir?"

"Yes, Jem, I'm going--home, " said Don; and then to himself, "Ah, I wishI had a home. "

"Poor Mas' Don!" said Jem, as he watched the lad go out through thegate; "he's down in the dumps now, and no mistake; and dumps is the loto' all on us, more or less. "

Then Jem went in to his tea, and Don went slowly home to his, andmatters were exactly as he had foreseen. His uncle was scarcely polite;Kitty gave him sharp, indignant glances when their eyes met, and thenaverted hers; and from time to time his mother looked at him in sopitiful and imploring a manner that one moment he felt as if he were anutter scoundrel, and the next that he would do anything to take her inhis arms and try and convince her that he was not so bad as she thought. 

It was a curious mental encounter between pride, obstinacy, and thebetter feelings of his nature; and unfortunately the former won, forsoon after the meal was over he hurried out of the room. 

"I can't bear it, " he cried to himself, as he went up to his own littlechamber, --"I can't bear it, and I will not. Every one's against me. IfI stop I shall be punished, and I can't face all that to-morrow. Good-bye, mother. Some day you'll think differently, and be sorry forall this injustice, and then--"

A tear moistened Don's eye as he thought of his mother and her tender, loving ways, and of what a pity it was that they ever came there to hisuncle's, and it was not the tear that made Don see so blindly. 

"I can't stand it, and I will not, " he cried, passionately. "Unclehates me, and Mike Bannock's right, scoundrel as he is. Uncle hasrobbed me, and I'll go and fight for myself in the world, and when I getwell off I'll come back and seize him by the throat and make him give upall he has taken. "

Don talked to himself a good deal more of this nonsense, and then, withhis mind fully made up, he went to the chest of drawers, took out ahandkerchief, spread it open upon the bed, and placed in it a couple ofclean shirts and three or four pairs of stockings. 

"There, " he said, as he tied them up tightly as small as he could, "Iwon't have any more. I'll go and start fair, so that I can beindependent and be beholden to nobody. "

Tucking the bundle under his arm, he could not help feeling that it wasa very prominent-looking package--the great checked blue and whitehandkerchief seeming to say, "This boy's going to seek his fortune!" andhe wished that he was not obliged to take it. 

But, setting his teeth, he left the room with the drawers open, and hisbest suit, which he had felt disposed to take, tossed on a chair, andthen began to descend. 

It was a glorious summer evening, and though he was in dirty, smokyBristol, everything seemed to look bright and attractive, and to producea sensation of low-spiritedness such as he had never felt before. 

He descended and passed his mother's room, and then went down moreslowly, for he could hear the murmur of voices in the dining-room, whichhe had to pass to reach the front door, outside which he did not carewhat happened; but now he had to pass that dining-room, and go along thepassage and by the stand upon which his cocked hat hung. 

It was nervous work, but he went on down the first flight, running hishand slowly along the hand-balustrade, all down which he had so oftenslid while Kitty looked on laughing, and yet alarmed lest he shouldfall. And what a long time ago that seemed!

He had just reached the bottom flight, and was wondering what to say ifthe door should open and his uncle meet him with the blue bundle underhis arm, when the dining-room door did open, and he dashed back to thelanding and stood in the doorway of his mother's room, listening as astep was heard upon the stairs. 

"Kitty!" he said to himself, as he thrust against the door, whichyielded to his pressure, and he backed in softly till he could push thedoor to, and stand inside, watching through the crack. 

There was the light, soft step coming up and up, and his heart began tobeat, he knew not why, till something seemed to rise in his throat, andmade his breath come short and painfully. 

His mother!

She was coming to her room, and in another moment she would be there, and would find him with the bundle under his arm, about to run away. 

Quick as thought he looked sharply round, bundle in hand, when, obeyingthe first impulse, he was about to push it beneath the bedclothes, butcast aside the plan because he felt that it would be noticed, and quickas thought he tossed the light bundle up on the top of the great canopyof the old-fashioned bedstead, to lie among the gathering of flue anddust. 

By that time the footsteps were at the door. 

"What shall I say?" Don asked himself; "she will want to know why I amhere. "

He felt confused, and rack his brains as he would, no excuse would come. 

But it was not wanted, for the light footstep with the rustle of silkpassed on upstairs, and Don opened the door slightly to listen. Hisbreath came thickly with emotion as he realised where his mother hadgone. It was to his bedroom door, and as he listened he heard her taplightly. 

"Don! Don, my boy!" came in low, gentle tones. 

For one moment the boy's heart prompted him to rush up and fling himselfin her arms, but again his worse half suggested that he was to bescolded and disbelieved, and mentally thrusting his fingers into hisears, he stepped out, glided down the staircase in the old boyishfashion of sliding down the banister, snatched his hat from the stand, and softly stole out to hurry down the street as hard as he could go. 

He had been walking swiftly some five minutes, moved by only onedesire--that of getting away from the house--when he awoke to the factthat he was going straight towards the constable's quarters and theold-fashioned lock-up where Mike must be lying, getting rid of theconsequences of his holiday-making that morning. 

Don turned sharply round in another direction, one which led him towardsthe wharves where the shipping lay. 

While this was taking place, Jem Wimble had been banging the doors andrattling his keys as he locked up the various stores, feelingparticularly proud and self-satisfied with the confidence placed in him. 

After this was done he had a wash at the pump, fetching a piece of soapfrom a ledge inside the workshop where the cooper's tools were kept, andwhen he had duly rubbed and scrubbed and dried his face and hands, hewent indoors to stare with astonishment, for his little wife was makingthe most of her size by sitting very upright as she finished her tea. 

Jem plumped himself indignantly down, and began his. This was a newannoyance. Sally had scolded times out of number, and found fault withhim for being so late, but this was the first time that she had everbegun a meal without his being present, and he felt bitterly hurt. 

"As if I could help it, " he said, half aloud. "A man has his work todo, and he must do it. "

"Five o'clock's tea-time, and you ought to have been here. "

"And if I wasn't here, it was your dooty to wait for me, marm. "

"Was it?" cried Sally; "then I wasn't going to. I'm not going to beordered about and ill-treated, Jem; you always said you liked your teaready at five o'clock. I had it ready at five o'clock, and I waitedtill half-past, and it's now five-and-twenty to six. "

"I don't care if it's five-and-twenty to nineteen!" cried Jem angrily. "It's your dooty to wait, same as it's mine to shut up. "

"You might have shut up after tea. "

"Then I wasn't going to, marm. "

"Then you may have your tea by yourself, for I've done, and I'm notgoing to be trampled upon by you. "

Sally had risen in the loudness of her voice, in her temper, and in herperson, for she had got up from her chair; but neither elevation wasgreat; in fact, the personal height was very small, and there wassomething very kittenish and comic in her appearance, as she crossed thebright little kitchen to the door at the flight of stairs, and passingthrough, banged it behind her, and went up to her room. 

"Very well, " said Jem, as he sat staring at the door; "very well, marm. So this is being married. My father used to say that if two people asis married can't agree, they ought to divide the house between 'em, butone ought to take the outside and t'other the in. That's what I'ma-going to do, only, seeing what a bit of a doll of a thing you are, andbeing above it, I'm going to take the outside myself. There's coffeebags enough to make a man a good bed up in the ware'us, and it won't bethe first time I've shifted for myself, so I shall stop away till youfetches me back. Do you hear?"

"Oh, yes, I can hear, " replied Sally from the top of the stairs, Jemhaving shouted his last speech. 

"All right, then, " said Jem: "so now we understands each other and cango ahead. "

Tightening up his lips, Jem rinsed out the slop-basin, shovelled in agood heap of sugar, and then proceeded to empty the teapot, holding thelid in its place with one fat finger the while. 

This done, he emptied the little milk jug also, stirred all well uptogether, and left it for a few minutes to cool, what time he took thecottage loaf from the white, well-scrubbed trencher, pulled it in two, took a handful of bread out of one half, and raising the lump of freshSomersetshire butter on the point of a knife, he dabbed it into the holehe had made in the centre, shut it up by replacing the other half of thebread, and then taking out his handkerchief spread it upon his knee andtied the loaf tightly therein. Then for a moment or two he hesitatedabout taking the knife, but finally concluding that the clasp knife inhis pocket would do, he laid the blade on the table, gave his tea afinal stir, gulped down the basinful, tucked the loaf in thehandkerchief under his left arm, his hat very much on one side, and thenwalked out and through the gate, which he closed with a loud bang. 

"Oh!" ejaculated Sally, who had run to the bedroom window, "he hasgone!"

Sally was quite right, Jem, her husband, was gone away to his favouriteplace for smoking a pipe, down on the West Main wharf, where he seatedhimself on a stone mooring post, placed the bundle containing the loafbeside him, and then began to eat heartily? Nothing of the kind. Jemwas thinking very hard about home and his little petulant, girlish wife. 

Then he started and stared. 

"Hullo, Jem, you here?"

"Why, Mas' Don, I thought you was at home having your tea. "

"I thought you were having yours, Jem. "

"No, Mas' Don, " said Jem sadly; "there's my tea"--and he pointed to thebundle handkerchief; "there's my tea; leastwise I will tell the truth, o' course--there's part on it; t'other part's inside, for I couldn't tiethat up, or I'd ha' brought it same ways to have down here and look atthe ships. "

"Then why don't you eat it, man?"

"'Cause I can't, sir. I've had so much o' my Sally that I don't want nowittals. "

Don said nothing, but sat down by Jem Wimble to look at the ships. 

CHAPTER EIGHT. 

KITTY CHRISTMAS SITS UP. 

"My dear Laura, " said Uncle Josiah that same evening, "you misjudge me;Lindon's welfare is as dear to me as that of my little Kitty. "

"But you seemed to be so hard and stern with him. "

"That is your weak womanly way of looking at it, my dear I may have beenstern, but no more so than the matter warranted. No, my dear sister, can you not see that I mean all this as a lesson for Lindon? You knowhow discontented he has been with his lot, like many more boys at histime of life, when they do not judge very well as to whether they arewell off. "

"Yes, he has been unsettled lately. "

"Exactly, and this is due to his connection with that ne'er-do-weelscoundrel, for whom the boy has displayed an unconquerable liking. Lindon has begged the man on again four times after he had beendischarged from the yard for drunkenness and neglect. "

"I did not know this, " said Mrs Lavington. "No, I do not bring all mybusiness troubles home. I consented because I wished Lindon to realisefor himself the kind of man whose cause he advocated; but I neverexpected that it would be brought home to him so severely as this. "

"Then indeed, Josiah, you do not think Lindon guilty?"

"Bah! Of course not, you foolish little woman. The boy is too frankand manly, too much of a gentleman to degrade himself in such a way. Guilty? Nonsense! Guilty of being proud and obstinate and stubborn. Guilty of neglecting his work to listen to that idle scoundrel'sromancing about places he has never seen. "

"He is so young. "

"Young? Old enough to know better. "

"But if you could bring it home to him more gently. "

"I think the present way is an admirable one for showing the boy hisfolly. The bird who kept company with the jackdaws had his neck wrung, innocent as he was. I want Lindon to see how very near he has been tohaving his neck wrung through keeping company with a jackdaw. Now, mydear Laura, leave it to me. The magistrates will grasp the case atonce, and Master Lindon will receive a severe admonition from some oneelse, which will bring him to his senses, and then we shall go on quitesmoothly again. "

"You cannot tell how happy you have made me feel, " said Mrs Lavington, as she wept silently. 

"Well, " said Uncle Josiah, "I want to make you happy, you poor timidlittle bird. Now, then, try to believe that I am acting for the best. "

"And you will not be so stern with him?"

"As far as my lights will illumine me, I will do what is right by mysister's boy, Laura--the lad I want to see grow up into astraightforward Englishman, proud of his name. There, can I say morefairly than that?"

"No. I only beg that you will think of Lindon as a high-spirited boy, who, though he does not always do as you wish, is still extremelysensitive. "

"Proud and stubborn, eh, Laura?"

"I will say no more, my own brother, only leave myself in your hands. "

"Yes, you may well look at the clock, " said Uncle Josiah, laughing, ashe put his arm round his sister, and kissed her very tenderly; "theyoung dog is unconscionably late. "

"You do not think--after what I said?"

"Think? Nonsense. No, no. Lindon is too manly for that. Here, I amsure that you have a terrible headache, and you are worn out. Go tobed, and I'll sit up for the young rascal, and have a talk to him whenhe comes in. "

"No, no!" exclaimed Mrs Lavington excitedly; "I do not like you to situp for him. I will. "

"Not you. Too tired out as it is. No, my dear, you shall go to bed, and I will sit up for him. "

"Then let neither of us sit up. "

"Afraid I shall scold him, eh?"

"I cannot help being afraid of something of the kind, dear. "

"Very well, then we will both go, and let Jessie sit up. "

The maid was rung for, and entered. 

"We are going to bed, Jessie. Master Lindon has not returned yet. Youwill sit up until he comes in. "

"Yes, sir. "

The maid left the room, and brother and sister sat looking at eachother. 

"Did you speak, Josiah?" said Mrs Lavington. 

"No; I was only thinking that I do not trust you and you don't trustme. "

"What do you mean?" faltered the poor woman, who looked more agitatednow. 

"You were not going to bed, but to listen for Lindon's return, and werethen going to watch whether I left my room to talk to him. "

Mrs Lavington was silent. 

"Guilty, " said Uncle Josiah, smiling. "Come now, fair play. Will yougo to your room and promise to stay there till breakfast time to-morrowmorning, if I give you my word to do the same?"

"Yes, " said the shrinking woman eagerly. 

"That's agreed to, then. Good-night, Laura, my dear. "

"Good-night, Josiah. "

Ten minutes after all was still in the house, but matters did not turnout quite as Uncle Josiah intended. For before he was undressed, abedroom door was opened very gently, and the creak it gave produced alow ejaculation of dismay. 

Then there was five minutes' interval before a slight little figurestole gently downstairs and glided into the kitchen, where roundred-faced Jessie was seated in a window, her chair being opposite towhat looked like a lady's back, making the most careful bows from timeto time, to which the lady made no response, for it was only Jessie'scloak hanging on a peg with her old bonnet just above. 

The slight little figure stood in the kitchen doorway listening, andthen Jessie seemed to be bowing her head to the fresh comer, who didtake some notice of the courtesy, for, crossing the kitchen rapidly, there was a quick sharp whisper. 

"Jessie, Jessie!"

No reply. 

"Jessie, Jessie!"

"Two new and one stale, " said the maid. 

"Oh, how tiresome! Jessie, Jessie!"

"Slack baked. "

"Jessie!" and this time there was a shake of the maid's shoulder, andshe jumped up, looking startled. 

"Lor, Miss Kitty, how you frightened me!"

"You were asleep. "

"Sleep? Me, miss? That I'm sure I wasn't. "

"You were, Jessie, and I heard father tell you to sit up till CousinLindon came home. "

"Well, that's what I'm a-doin' of, miss, as plain as I can, " saidJessie. 

She spoke in an ill-used tone, for it had been a busy day consequentupon a certain amount of extra cleaning, but Kitty did not notice it. 

"I shall stay till I hear my cousin's knock, " she said; "and then runupstairs. I hope he will not be long. "

"So do I, Miss Kitty, " said the woman with a yawn. "What's made him solate? Is it because of the trouble at the yard?"

"Yes, Jessie; but you must not talk about it. "

"But I heerd as Master Don took some money. "

"He did not, Jessie!" cried Kitty indignantly. "There isn't a word oftruth in it. My Cousin Lindon couldn't have done such a thing. It'sall a mistake, and I want to see him come in, poor boy, and tell himthat I don't believe it I'll whisper it to him just as he's going up tobed, and it will make him happy, for I know he thinks I have goneagainst him, and I only made believe that I did. "

_Snurrrg_!

The sound was very gentle, and Kitty did not hear it, for she waslooking intently toward the door in the belief that she had heard Don'sfootstep. 

But it was only that of some passer on his way home, and Kitty wenton, --

"You mustn't talk about it, Jessie, for it is a great trouble, and auntis nearly heart-broken, and--"

_Snurg-urg_!

This time there was so loud and gurgling a sound that Kitty turnedsharply upon the maid, who, after emitting a painful snore, made heryoung mistress the most polite of bows. 

"Jessie! You're asleep. "

_Snurrg_! And a bow. 

"Oh, Jessie, you're asleep again. How can you be so tiresome?"

_Snurrg_! Gurgled Jessie again, and Kitty gave an impatient stamp ofher little foot. 

"How can any one sleep at a time like this?" she half sobbed. "It's toobad, that it is. "

Jessie bowed to her politely, and her head went up and down as if itwere fixed at the end of a very easy moving spring, but when Kittyreproached her the words had not the slightest effect, and a dull stupidstare was given, of so irritating a nature that some people would havefelt disposed to awaken the sleeper by administering a sound slap uponthe hard round cheek. 

One hour, two hours, three hours passed away, and still no Don; and atlast, unable to bear the company of the snoring woman longer, Kitty lefther and went into the drawing-room, where, kneeling down at the end ofthe couch under the window, she remained watching the dark street, waiting for him who did not come. 

Kitty watched till the street began to look less dark and gloomy, and bydegrees the other side became so plain that she could make out thebricks on the opposite walls. 

Then they grew plainer and plainer, and there was a bright light in thesky, for the sun was near to its rising. 

Then they grew less plain, then quite indistinct, for Kitty was cryingbitterly, and she found herself wondering whether Don could have come inand gone to bed. 

A little thought told her that this was impossible, and the tears fellfaster still. 

Where could he be? What could he be doing? Ought she to awaken heraunt?

Kitty could not answer these self-imposed questions, and as her miseryand despair grew greater it seemed as if the morning was growing verycold and the bricks of the houses opposite more and more obscure, andthen soon after they were quite invisible, for she saw them not. 

CHAPTER NINE. 

A SOCIAL THUNDERBOLT. 

"Morning!" said Uncle Josiah, as, after a turn up and down thedining-room, he saw the door open and his sister enter, looking verypale and red-eyed. "Why, Laura, you have not been to bed. "

"Yes, " she said sadly. "I kept my word, and now I feel sorry that Idid, for I fell into a heavy sleep from which I did not wake till halfan hour ago. "

"Glad of it, " said her brother bluffly. "That's right, my dear, makethe tea; I want my breakfast, for I have plenty of work to-day. "

Mrs Lavington hastily made the tea, for the urn was hissing on thetable when she came down, Uncle Josiah's orders being that it was alwaysto be ready at eight o'clock, and woe betide Jessie if it was not there. 

"Have--have you seen Don this morning?"

"No. And when he comes down I shall not say a word. There, try and puta better face on the matter, my dear. He will have to appear at themagistrate's office, and there will be a few admonitions. That's all. Isn't Kitty late?"

"Yes. Shall I send up for her?"

"No; she will be down in a few minutes, I daresay, and Lindon too. "

The few minutes passed, and Uncle Josiah looked stern. Then he rang forthe servants, and his brow grew more heavy. Neither Kitty nor Lindondown to prayers. 

"Shall I send up, Josiah?"

"No; they know what time we have prayers, " said the old man sternly; andupon the servants entering he read his customary chapter and theprayers, but no one stole in while the service was in progress, and whenit was over the old merchant looked more severe than ever. 

Mrs Lavington looked more troubled as her brother grew more severe, butshe did not speak, feeling that she might make matters worse. 

Just then Jessie brought in the ham and eggs, and as she took off thecover, and Mrs Lavington began to pour out tea, the old man saidroughly, --

"Go and tell Miss Kitty to come down to breakfast directly. "

The maid left the room. 

"You did not send a message to Don, Josiah. "

"No. I suppose his lordship was very late. No business to have goneout. "

Uncle Josiah began his breakfast. Mrs Lavington could not taste hers. 

Then Jessie entered, looking startled. 

"If you please, sir--"

"Well, if you please what?"

"Miss Kitty, sir. "

"Yes?"

"She's not in her room. "

"Eh?" ejaculated the old merchant. "Humph! Come down and gone for awalk, I suppose. Back soon. "

The breakfast went on, but there was no Kitty, no Don, and Uncle Josiahbegan to eat his food ferociously. 

At last he got up and rang the bell sharply, and Jessie responded. 

"What time did Master Lindon come home?" he said. 

"Come home, sir?"

"Yes; did I not speak plainly? I said what time did Master Lindon comehome?"

"Please, sir, he didn't come home at all. "

"What!" roared Uncle Josiah, and Mrs Lavington nearly let her cup fall. 

"Please, sir, I sat in my chair waiting all the night. "

"And he has not been back?"

"No, sir. "

"Nonsense! Go and knock at his door. Tell him to come at once. "

"Excuse me, Josiah, " said Mrs Lavington excitedly; "let me go. "

Uncle Josiah grunted his consent, and Mrs Lavington hurried out intothe hall, and then upstairs. 

"Slipped in while you were half asleep, " said the old man to Jessie. 

"No, sir, indeed. I've been watching carefully all night. "

"Humph! There's half a crown for you to buy a hat ribbon, Jessie. Well, " he continued as his sister entered hastily, "what does he say?"

"Josiah!" cried the trembling woman, "what does this mean? Don was outwhen I went up yesterday evening, and he has not been to his room allnight. "

"What?"

"Neither has Kitty been to hers. "

Uncle Josiah thrust back his chair, and left his half-eaten breakfast. 

"Look here, " he exclaimed in a hoarse voice; "what nonsense is this?"

"No nonsense, Josiah, " cried Mrs Lavington. "I felt a presentiment. "

"Felt a stuff and nonsense!" he said angrily. "Kitty not in her room?Kitty not been to bed? Here, Jessie!"

"Yes, sir. "

"You did go to sleep, didn't you?"

"Ye-e-e-s, sir!"

"I thought as much, and, "--here tut-tut-tut--"that would not explain it. Hullo, what do you want?"

This was to the cook, who tapped, opened the door, and then held up herhand as if to command silence. 

"Please, 'm, would you mind coming here?" she said softly. MrsLavington ran to the door, followed the woman across the hall, unawareof the fact that the old merchant was close at her heels. 

They paused as soon as they were inside the drawing-room, impressed bythe scene before them, for there, half sitting, half lying, and fastasleep, with the tears on her cheeks still wet, as if she had wept asshe lay there unconscious, was Kitty, for the bricks on the oppositewall had been too indistinct for her to see. 

"Don't wake her, " said Uncle Josiah softly, and he signed to them to goback into the hall, where he turned to Jessie. 

"Did you see Miss Kitty last night?"

"Ye-es, sir. "

"Where?"

"She comed into the kitchen, sir. "

"After we had gone to bed?"

"Yes, sir. "

"And you said nothing just now?"

"No, sir, I didn't like to. "

"That will do. Be off, " said the old man sternly. "Laura. Here!"

Mrs Lavington followed her brother back into the dining-room. 

"The poor child must have been sitting up to watch for Lindon's return. "

"And he has not returned, Josiah, " sobbed Mrs Lavington. 

"Here, stop! What are you going to do?"

"I am going up to his room to see, " said the sobbing woman. 

Uncle Josiah made no opposition, for he read the mother's thought, andfollowed her upstairs, where a half-open drawer told tales, and in a fewmoments Mrs Lavington had satisfied herself. 

"I cannot say exactly, " she said piteously; "but he has made up a bundleof his things. "

"The coward!" cried Uncle Josiah fiercely. 

"Gone! Gone! My poor boy!"

"Hush!" cried the old man sternly. "He has sneaked off like acontemptible cur. No, I will not believe it of him, " he addedimpetuously. "Lindon has too much stuff in him to play such adespicable part. You are wrong, Laura. Come down and finish breakfast. I will not believe it of the boy. "

"But he has gone, Josiah, he has gone, " sobbed his sister. 

"Then if he has, it is the yielding to a sudden impulse, and as soon ashe comes to his senses he will return. Lindon will not be such acoward, Laura. Mark my words. "

"You are saying this to comfort me, " said Mrs Lavington sadly. 

"I am saying what I think, " cried her brother. "If I thought he hadgone right off, I would say so, but I do not think anything of the kind. He may have thought of doing so last night, but this morning he willrepent and come back. "

He took his sister's hand gently, and led her downstairs, making herresume her place at the table, and taking his own again, as he made apretence of going on with his breakfast; but before he had eaten hissecond mouthful there was a dull heavy thump at the front door. 

"There!" cried the old man; "what did I say? Here he is. "

Before the front door could be opened, Kitty, who had been awakened bythe knock, came in looking scared and strange. 

"Don, " she said; "I have been asleep. Has he come back?"

"Yes I think this is he, " said the old man gently. "Come here, my pet;don't shrink like that. I'm not angry. "

"If you please, sir, " said Jessie, "here's a woman from the yard. "

"Mrs Wimble?"

"Yes, sir; and can she speak to you a minute?"

"Yes, I'll come--no, show her in here. News. An ambassador, Laura, "said the old man with a grim smile, as Jessie went out. "There, Kitty, my dear, don't cry. It will be all right soon. "

At that moment little Mrs Wimble entered, white cheeked, red-eyed, limpand miserable looking, the very opposite of the trim little Sally wholorded it over her patient husband. 

"Mrs Wimble!" cried Mrs Lavington, catching the little woman's armexcitedly; "you have brought some news about my son. "

"No, " moaned Sally, with a passionate burst of sobs. "Went outtea-time, and never come back all night. "

"Yes, yes, we know that, " said Uncle Josiah sternly; "but how did youknow?"

"Know, sir? I've been sitting up for him all this dreadful night. "

"What, for my nephew?"

"No, sir, for my Jem. "

"Lindon--James Wimble!" said Uncle Josiah, as he sank back in his seat. "Impossible! It can't be true. "

CHAPTER TEN. 

GONE!

"Speak, woman!" cried Mrs Lavington hoarsely; and she shook littleSally by the arm. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, ma'am. I'm in such trouble, " sobbed Sally. "I've been avery, very wicked girl--I mean woman. I was always finding fault, andscolding him. "

"Why?" asked Uncle Josiah sternly. 

"I don't know, sir. "

"But he is a quiet industrious man, and I'm sure he is a good husband. "

"Yes, he's the best of husbands, " sobbed Sally. 

"Then why did you scold him?"

"Because I was so wicked, I suppose. I couldn't help it, sir. "

"But you think he has run away?"

"Yes, sir; I'm sure of it. He said he would some day if I was so cruel, and that seemed to make me more cruel, and--and--he has gone. "

"It is impossible!" said Uncle Josiah. "He must have met with someaccident. "

"No, sir, he has run away and left me. He said he would. I saw himgo--out of the window, and he took a bundle with him, and--and--whatshall I do? What shall I do?"

"Took a bundle?" said Uncle Josiah, starting. 

"Yes, sir, and--and I wish I was dead. "

"Silence, you foolish little woman! How dare you wish such a thing?Stop; listen to what I say. Did my nephew Lindon come to the yard lastnight?"

"No, sir; but him and my Jem were talking together for ever so long inthe office, and I couldn't get Jem away. "

Uncle Josiah gave vent to a low whistle. 

"Please ask Master Don what my Jem said. "

"Do you not understand, my good woman, that my son has not been home allnight?" said Mrs Lavington, piteously. 

"What? Not been home?" cried Sally, sharply. "Then they're gone offtogether. "

Uncle Josiah drew a long breath. 

"That Master Don was always talking to my poor Jem, and he has persuadedhim, and they're gone. "

"It is not true!" cried Kitty in a sharp voice as she stood by thetable, quivering with anger. "If Cousin Don has gone away, it is yourwicked husband who has persuaded him. Father, dear, don't let them go;pray, pray fetch them back. "

Uncle Josiah's brow grew more rugged, and there were hard lines abouthis lips, till his sister laid her hand upon his arm, when he started, and took her hand, looking sadly down in her face. 

"You hear what Kitty says, " whispered Mrs Lavington; "pray--pray fetchthem back. "

Little Mrs Wimble heard her words, and gave the old merchant animploring look. 

But the old man's face only grew more hard. 

"I am afraid it must be true, " he said. "Foolish boy! Woman, yourhusband has behaved like an idiot. "

"But you will send and fetch them back, Josiah. "

"Don't talk nonsense, Laura, " said the old man angrily. "How can Ifetch them back? Foolish boy! At a time like this. Is he afraid toface the truth?"

"No, no, Josiah, " cried Mrs Lavington; "it is only that he was hurt. "

"Hurt? He has hurt himself. That man will be before the magistratesto-day, and I passed my word to the constable that Lindon should bepresent to answer the charge made against him. "

"Yes, dear, and he has been thoughtless. But you will forgive him, andhave him brought back. "

"Have him brought back!" cried Uncle Josiah fiercely. "What can I do?The law will have him brought back now. "

"What? Oh, brother, don't say that!"

"I must tell you the truth, " said Uncle Josiah sternly. "It is the sameas breaking faith, and he has given strength to that scoundrel'scharge. "

"But what shall I do?" sobbed little Sally Wimble. "My Jem hadn't doneanything. Oh, please, sir, fetch him back. "

"Your husband has taken his own road, my good woman, " said Uncle Josiahcoldly, "and he must suffer for it. "

"But what's to become of me, sir? What shall I do without a husband?"

"Go back home and wait. "

"But I have no home, sir, now, " sobbed Sally. "You'll want the cottagefor some other man. "

"Go back home and wait. "

"But you'll try and fetch him back, sir?"

"I don't know what I shall do yet, " said the old man sternly. "I'mafraid I do not know the worst. There, go away now. Who's that?"

There was a general excitement, for a loud knock was heard at the door. 

Jessie came in directly after, looking round eyed and staring. 

"Well, what is it?" said Uncle Josiah. 

"If you please, sir, Mr Smithers the constable came, and I was to tellyou that you're to be at the magistrate's office at eleven, and bringMaster Don with you. "

"Yes, " said Uncle Josiah bitterly; "at the magistrate's office ateleven, and take Lindon with me. Well, Laura, what have you to say tothat?"

Mrs Lavington gave him an imploring look. 

"Try and find him, " she whispered, "for my sake. "

"Try and find him!" he replied angrily, "I was willing to look overeverything--to try and fight his battle and prove to the world that theaccusation was false. "

"Yes, yes, and you will do so now--Josiah--brother. "

"I cannot, " said the old man sternly. "He has disgraced me, and openlydeclared to the world that the accusation of that scoundrel is true. "

CHAPTER ELEVEN. 

THINKING BETTER OF IT. 

Don stood looking at Jem Wimble for some few minutes in silence, as ifthe sight of some one else in trouble did him good. Then he sat down onthe stock of an old anchor, to begin picking at the red rust scales ashe too stared at the ships moored here and there. 

The tall masts and rigging had a certain fascination for Don, and eachvessel seemed to offer a way out of his difficulties. For once on boarda ship with the sails spread, and the open sea before him, he mightcross right away to one of those beautiful lands of which Mike hadspoken, and then--

The thought of Mike altered the case directly, and he sat staringstraight before him at the ships. 

Jem was the next to break the silence. 

"Thinking you'd like to go right away, Master Don?"

"Yes, Jem. "

"So was I, sir. Only think how nice it would be somewhere abroad, wherethere was no Sally. "

"And no Uncle Josiah, Jem. "

"Ay, and no Mike to get you into trouble. Be fine, wouldn't it?"

"Glorious, Jem. "

"Mean to go, Master Don?"

"What, and be a miserable coward? No. "

"But you was a-thinking something of the kind, sir. "

"Yes, I was, Jem. Everybody is stupid sometimes, and I was stupid then. No. I've thought better of it. "

"And you won't go, sir?"

"Go? No. Why, it would be like saying what Mike accused me of wastrue. "

"So it would, sir. Now that's just how I felt. I says to myself, `Jem, ' I says, `don't you stand it. What you've got to do is to goright away and let Sally shift for herself; then she'd find out yourvally, ' I says, `and be sorry for what she's said and done, ' but I knewif I did she'd begin to crow and think she'd beat me, and besides, itwould be such a miserable cowardly trick. No, Mas' Don, I'm going togrin and bear it, and some day she'll come round and be as nice as she'snasty now. "

"Yes, that's the way to look at it, Jem; but it's a miserable world, isn't it?"

"Well, I arn't seen much on it, Mas' Don. I once went for a holiday asfar as Bath, and that part on it was miserable enough. My word, how itdid rain! In half an hour I hadn't got a dry thread on me. Deal worsethan Bristol, which isn't the most cheersome o' places when you'redull. "

"No, Jem, it isn't. Of course you'll be at the court to-morrow?"

"I suppose so, Mas' Don. And I say they'd better ask me if I think youtook that money. My! But I would give it to some on 'em straight. Canyou fight, Mas' Don?"

"I don't know, Jem. I never tried. "

"I can. You don't know what a crack I could give a man. It's my armsis so strong with moving sugar-hogsheads, I suppose. I shouldn't wishto be the man I hit if I did my best. "

"You mean your worst, Jem. "

"Course I do, Mas' Don. Well, as I was going to say, I should just liketo settle that there matter with Mr Mike without the magistrates. Yougive him to me on a clear field for about ten minutes, and I'd makeMaster Mike down hisself on his knees, and say just whatever I pleased. "

"And what good would that do, Jem?"

"Not much to him, Mas' Don, because he'd be so precious sore afterwards, but it would do me good, and I would feel afterwards what I don't feelnow, and that's cheerful. Never mind, sir, it'll all come right in theend. Nothing like coming out and sitting all alone when you're crabby. Wind seems to blow it away. When you've been sitting here a bit you'llfeel like a new man. Mind me smoking a pipe?"

"No, Jem; smoke away. "

"Won't have one too, Mas' Don?"

"No, Jem; you know I can't smoke. "

"Then here goes for mine, " said Jem, taking a little dumpy clay pipefrom one pocket and a canvas bag from another, in which were some roughpieces of tobacco leaf. These he crumbled up and thrust into the bowl, after which he took advantage of the shelter afforded by an empty caskto get in, strike a light, and start a pipe. 

Once lit up, Jem returned to his old seat, and the pair remained in thesame place till it was getting dusk, and lights were twinkling among theshipping, when Jem rose and stretched himself. 

"That's your sort, Mas' Don, " he said. "Now I feels better, and I cansmile at my little woman when I get home. You aren't no worse?"

"No, Jem, I am no worse. "

"Nothing like coming out when you're red hot, and cooling down. I'mcooled down, and so are you. Come along. "

Don felt a sensation of reluctance to return home, but it was gettinglate, and telling himself that he had nothing to do now but act astraightforward manly part, and glad that he had cast aside his foolishnotions about going away, he trudged slowly back with his companion, till turning into one of the dark and narrow lanes leading from thewater side, they suddenly became aware that they were not alone, for astoutly-built sailor stepped in front of them. 

"Got a light, mate?" he said. 

"Light? Yes, " said Jem readily; and he prepared to get out his flintand steel, when Don whispered something in his ear. 

"Ay, to be sure, " he said; "why don't you take a light from him?"

"Eh? Ah, to be sure, " said the sailor. "I forgot. Here, Joe, mate, open the lanthorn and give us a light. "

Another sailor, a couple of yards away, opened a horn lanthorn, and thefirst man bent down to light his pipe, the dull rays of the coarsecandle showing something which startled Don. 

"Come on, Jem, " he whispered; "make haste. "

"Ay? To be sure, my lad. There's nothing to mind though. Onlysailors. "

As he spoke there were other steps behind, and more from the front, andDon realised that they were hemmed in that narrow lane between twolittle parties of armed men. 

Just then the door of the lanthorn was closed, and the man who bore itheld it close to Jem's face. 

"Well?" said that worthy, good-temperedly, "what d'yer think of me, eh?Lost some one? 'Cause I arn't him. "

"I don't know so much about that, " said a voice; and a young-looking manin a heavy pea jacket whispered a few words to one of the sailors. 

Don felt more uneasy, for he saw that the point of a scabbard hung downbelow the last speaker's jacket, which bulged out as if there werepistols beneath, all of which he could dimly make out in the faint glowof the lanthorn. 

"Come away, Jem, quick!" whispered Don. 

"Here, what's your hurry, my lads?" said the youngish man in rather anauthoritative way. "Come and have a glass of grog. "

"No, thank ye, " said Jem; "I've got to be home. "

"So have we, mate, " said the hoarse-voiced man who had asked for alight; "and when a horficer asks you to drink you shouldn't say no. "

"I knew it, Jem, " whispered Don excitedly. "Officer! Do you hear?"

"What are you whispering about, youngster?" said the man in the peajacket. "You let him be. "

"Good-night, " said Jem shortly. "Come on, Mas' Don. "

He stepped forward, but the young man hurried on the men, who had nowclosed in round them; and as Jem gave one of them a sturdy push to getoff, the thrust was returned with interest. 

"Where are you shovin' to, mate?" growled the man. "Arn't the road wideenough for you?"

"Quiet, my lad, " said the officer sharply. "Here, you come below hereand have a glass of grog. "

"I don't want no grog, " said Jem; "and I should thank you to tell yourmen to let me pass. "

"Yes, by-and-by, " said the officer. "Now then, my lads, sharp. "

A couple of men crowded on Jem, one of them forcing himself between thesturdy fellow and Don, whose cheeks flushed with anger as he felthimself rudely thrust up against the wall of one of the houses. 

"Here, what are you doing of?" cried Jem sharply. 

"Being civil, " said one of the men with a laugh. "There, no nonsense. Come quiet. "

He might just as well have said that to an angry bull, for as he and hiscompanion seized Jem by the arms, they found for themselves how strongthose arms were, one being sent staggering against Don, and the otherbeing lifted off his legs and dropped upon his back. 

"Now, Mas' Don, run!" shouted Jem. 

But before the words were well out of his lips, the party closed in uponhim, paying no heed to Don, who in accordance with Jem's command hadrushed off in retreat. 

A few moments later he stopped, for Jem was not with him, but strugglingwith all his might in the midst of the knot of men who were trying tohold him. 

"Mas' Don! Help, help!" roared Jem; and Don dashed at the gang, hisfists clenched, teeth set, and a curious singing noise in his ears. Butas he reached the spot where his companion was making a desperatestruggle for his liberty, Jem shouted again, --

"No, no! Mas' Don; run for it, my lad, and get help if you can. "

Like a flash it occurred to Don that long before he could get help Jemwould be overpowered and carried off, and with the natural fightinginstinct fully raised, he struck out with all his might as he strove toget to the poor fellow, who was writhing and heaving, and giving hiscaptors a tremendous task to hold him. 

"Here, give him something to keep him quiet, " growled a voice. 

"No, no; get hold of his hands; that's right. Serve this cockerel thesame. Down with him, quick!" cried the officer sharply; and inobedience to his words the men hung on to poor Jem so tenaciously thathe was dragged down on the rough pavement, and a couple of men satpanting upon him while his wrists were secured, and his voice silencedby a great bandage right over his mouth. 

"You cowards!" Jem tried to roar, as, breathless with exertion, bleeding from a sharp back-handed blow across the mouth, and giddy withexcitement and the effects of a rough encounter between his head and thewall, Don made one more attempt to drag himself free, and then stoodpanting and mastered by two strong men. 

"Show the light, " said the officer, and the lanthorn was held close toDon's face. 

"Well, if the boy can fight like that, " said the officer, "he shall. "

"Let us go, " cried Don. "Help! He--"

A jacket was thrown over his head, as the officer said mockingly, --

"He shall fight for his Majesty the king. Now, my lads, quick. Someone coming, and the wrong sort. "

Don felt himself lifted off his feet, and half smothered by the hotjacket which seemed to keep him from breathing, he was hurried along twoor three of the lanes, growing more faint and dizzy every moment, tillin the midst of a curious nightmare-like sensation, lights begansuddenly to dance before his eyes; then all was darkness, and he knew nomore till he seemed to wake up from a curious sensation of sickness, andto be listening to Jem Wimble, who would keep on saying in a stupid, aggravating manner, --"Mas' Don, are you there?"

The question must have been repeated many times before Don could get ridof the dizzy feeling of confusion and reply, --"Yes; what do you want?"

"Oh, my poor lad!" groaned Jem. "Here, can you come to me and untiethis?"

"Jem!"

"Yes. "

"What does it mean? Why is it so dark? Where are we?"

"Don't ask everything at once, my lad, and I'll try to tell you. "

"Has the candle gone out, Jem? Are we in the big cellar?"

"Yes, my lad, " groaned Jem, "we're in a big cellar. "

"Can't you find the candle?" said Don, with his head humming and themental confusion on the increase. "There's a flint and steel on theledge over the door. "

"Is there, my lad? I didn't know it, " muttered Jem. "Jem, are youthere?"

"Yes, yes, my lad, I'm here. "

"Get a light, quick. I must have fallen and hurt myself; my facebleeds. "

"Oh, my poor dear lad!"

"Eh? What do you mean? You're playing tricks, Jem, and it's too bad. Get a light. "

"My hands is tied fast behind me, Mas' Don, " groaned Jem, "and we'repitched down here in a cellar. "

"What?"

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I don't mind for myself, " groaned Jem, in hisdespair, "but what will she do?"

"Jem!"

"I often said I wished I could be took away, but I didn't mean it, Mas'Don; I didn't mean it. What will my Sally do?"

"Jem, are you mad?" shouted Don. "This darkness--this cellar. It's allblack, and I can't think; my head aches, and it's all strange. Don'tplay tricks. Try and open the door and let's go. "

"What, don't you know what it all means, Mas' Don?" groaned Jem. 

"No, I don't seem as if I could think. What does it mean?"

"Mean, my lad? Why, the press-gang's got us, and unless we can let 'emknow at home, we shall be took aboard ship and sent off to sea. "

"What?"

The light had come--the mental light which drove away the cloud ofdarkness which had obscured Don Lavington's brain. He could think now, and he saw once more the dark lane, the swinging lanthorn, and felt, asit were, the struggle going on; and then, sitting up with his hands tohis throbbing head, he listened to a low moaning sound close at hand. 

"Jem, " he said. "Jem! Why don't you speak?"

There was no answer, for it was poor Jem's turn now; the injuries he hadreceived in his desperate struggle for liberty had had their effect, andhe lay there insensible to the great trouble which had come upon him, while it grew more terrible to Don, in the darkness of that cellar, withevery breath he drew. 

CHAPTER TWELVE. 

PRISONERS. 

"What's the matter?" cried Don, starting up, as there was the sound ofbolts being shot back, and a light shone in upon the darkness. 

Don could hardly believe it possible, but it was quite true. In spiteof pain and anxiety, weariness had mastered him, and he had been asleep. 

As the light shone in, Don could see Jem lying, apparently asleep, butin a very uncomfortable position, and that they were in a low, archedcellar, one which at some time had been used for storing casks; for inone corner there were some mouldy staves, and, close by, a barrel, whosehoops seemed to have slipped down, so that it was in a state ofcollapse. 

He had no time to see more, for half a dozen well-armed sailors came inafter a bluff-looking man, who crossed at once to the prisoners. 

"Hold the lanthorn here, " he said sharply. "Now let's have a look atyou. "

He examined their injuries in an experienced way, roughly, but notunkindly. 

"All right, my lad, " he said to Don; "you will not die this time. Nowyou. "

He spent longer over Jem, who roused up and looked at him curiously, asif he did not quite understand. 

"Been rather rough with this one, my lads. "

"Couldn't help it, " said one of the sailors; "he fote so hard. So didthis young chap too. "

"Nothing wrong with him, I daresay, " said the bluff man. "No bonesbroken. All right in a day or two. "

Don had been silent while Jem was examined, for he felt that this manwas either a doctor, or one who knew something about surgery; but assoon as he had finished, the boy, whose indignation had been growing, turned to him haughtily. 

"Now, sir!" he exclaimed, "have the goodness to explain the meaning ofthis outrage. "

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" cried the bluff man. 

"It is nothing to laugh at, sir. I insist upon knowing why we have beenill-used and dragged here by your men. "

"Well crowed, my young cockerel, " said the bluff man, laughing. "Theysaid you fought well with your fists, so you can with your tongue. "

"Insulting us now you have us down will not save you, " cried Donfiercely. 

"No, my lord, " said the bluff man, as Jem rose up, shook his head, andstood by Don. 

The men laughed. 

"You coward!" cried Don in hot anger; "but you shall all suffer for it. My uncle will set the law to work, and have you all punished. "

"Really, this is growing serious, " said the bluff man in mock alarm. 

"You will find it no laughing matter. You have made a mistake thistime; so now let us go at once. "

"Well, I would with pleasure, my noble captain, " said the bluff man, with mock solemnity; "but his Majesty is in sore need just now of somedashing young fellows who can fight; and he said to our firstlieutenant, `short of men, Mr Morrison? Dear me, are you? Well then, the best thing you can do is to send round Bristol city, and persuade afew of the brave and daring young fellows there to come on board my goodship _Great Briton_, and help me till I've settled my quarrel with myenemies, ' so we have persuaded you. "

"You are adding insult to what you have done, sir. Now let us pass. You and your miserable press-gang shall smart for this. Stand aside, sir. "

"What, after taking all this trouble? Hardly. "

"Here, I'm all right again now, Mas' Don. Press-gang, eh?" cried Jem. "Here, let me get at him. "

Jem made a dash at the bluff man, but his arms were seized, and he washeld back, struggling hard. 

"Ah, I wish we had fifty of you, " said the bluff man. "Don't hurt him, my lads. There, there, steady; you can't do anything. That will do. Save your strength to fight for the king. "

"You cowards!" cried Jem, who suddenly turned so faint that the meneasily mastered him, laid him on his back, and one held him down, whileanother held Don till the rest had passed out, the bluff man onlystanding at the entrance with another holding up the light. 

"Come along, " he shouted; and the man who held Jem left him, and ranout. 

"Do you hear?" cried the bluff man again. "Come along!"

"How can I, when he's sticking on like a rat?" growled the man who heldDon. "Did you ever see such a young ruffian?"

The bluff man took a stride or two forward, gripped Don by the shoulder, and forced him from his hold. 

"Don't be a young fool, " he said firmly, but not unkindly. "It'splucky, but it's no good. Can't you see we're seven to one?"

"I don't care if you're a hundred, " raged Don, struggling hard, butvainly. 

"Bravo, boy! That's right; but we're English, and going to be yourmessmates. Wait till you get at the French; then you may talk likethat. "

He caught Don by the hips, and with a dexterous Cornish wrestling trick, raised him from the ground, and then threw him lightly beside Jem. 

"You'll do, " he said. "I thought we'd let you go, because you're such aboy, but you've got the pluck of a man, and you'll soon grow. "

He stepped quickly to the entrance, and Don struggled to his feet, anddashed at him again, but only flung himself against the door, which wasbanged in his face, and locked. 

"The cowards!" panted Don, as he stood there in the darkness. "Why, Jem!"

"Yes, Mas' Don. "

"They won't let us go. "

"No, Mas' Don, that they won't. "

"I never thought the press-gang would dare to do such a thing as this. "

"I did, sir. They'd press the monkeys out of a wild beast show if theygot the chance. "

"But what are we to do?"

"I d'know, sir. "

"We must let my uncle know at once. "

"Yes, sir, I would, " said Jem grimly; "I'd holloa. "

"Don't be stupid. What's the good?"

"Not a bit, sir. "

"But my uncle--my mother, what will they think?"

"I'll tell yer, sir. "

"Yes?"

"They'll think you've run away, so as not to have to go 'fore themagistrates. "

"Jem, what are you saying? Think I'm a thief?"

"I didn't say that, sir; but so sure as you don't go home, they'll thinkyou've cut away. "

"Jem!" cried Don in a despairing voice, as he recalled the bundle he hadmade up, and the drawer left open. 

"Well, sir, you was allus a-wanting to go abroad, and get away from thedesk, " said Jem ill-naturedly--"oh, how my head do ache!--and now you'vegot your chance. "

"But that was all nonsense, Jem. I was only thinking then like astupid, discontented boy. I don't want to go. What will they say?"

"Dunno what they'll say, " said Jem dolefully, "but I know what my Sallywill say. I used to talk about going and leaving her, but that wasbecause I too was a hidyut. I didn't want to go and leave her, poorlittle lass. Too fond on her, Mas' Don. She only shows a bit o'temper. "

"Jem, she'll think you've run away and deserted her. "

"Safe, Mas' Don. You see, I made up a bundle o' wittles as if I wasa-going, and she saw me take it out under my arm, and she called to meto stop, but I wouldn't, because I was so waxy. "

"And I made up a bundle too, Jem. I--I did half think of going away. "

"Then you've done it now, my lad. My Sally will think I've forsookher. "

"And they at home will think of me as a thief. Oh, fool--fool--fool!"

"What's the use o' calling yourself a fool, Mas' Don, when you means meall the time? Oh, my head, my head!"

"Jem, we must escape. "

"Escape? I on'y wish we could. Oh, my head: how it do ache. "

"They will take us off to the tender, and then away in some ship, andthey will not know at home where we are gone Jem, get up. "

"What's the good, sir? My head feels like feet, and if I tried to standup I should go down flop!"

"Let me help you, Jem. Here, give me your hand. How dark it is?Where's your hand?"

"Gently, my lad; that's my hye. Arn't much use here in the dark, butmay want 'em by-and-by. That's better. Thank ye, sir. Here, holdtight. "

"Can't you stand, Jem?"

"Stand, sir? Yes: but what's the matter? It's like being in around-about at the fair. "

"You'll be better soon. "

"Better, sir? Well, I can't be worse. Oh, my head, my head! I wishI'd got him as did it headed up in one of our barrels, I'd give him sucha roll up and down the ware'us floor as 'ud make him as giddy as me. "

"Now try and think, Jem, " said Don excitedly. "They must not believe athome that we are such cowards as to run away. "

"No, sir; my Sally mustn't think that. "

"Then what shall we do?"

"Try to get out, sir, of course. "

"Can you walk?"

"Well, sir, if I can't, I'll crawl. What yer going to do?"

"Try the door. Perhaps they have left it unlocked. "

"Not likely, " said Jem. "Wish I'd got a candle. It's like being a ratin a box trap. It _is_ dark. "

"This way, Jem. Your hand. "

"All right, sir. Frontards: my hands don't grow out o' my back. "

"That's it. Now together. Let's get to the wall. "

There was a rustling noise and then a rattle. 

"Phew! Shins!" cried Jem. "Oh, dear me. That's barrel staves, I knowthe feel on 'em. Such sharp edges, Mas' Don. Mind you don't tread onthe edge of a hoop, or it'll fly up and hit you right in the middle. "

_Flip_!

"There, I told you so. Hurt you much, my lad?"

"Not very much, Jem. Now then; feel your way with me. Let's go allround the place, perhaps there's another way out. "

"All right, sir. Well, it might be, but I say as it couldn't be darkerthan this if you was brown sugar, and shut up in a barrel in the middleo' the night. "

"Now I am touching the wall, Jem, " said Don. "I'm going to feel allround. Can you hear anything?"

"Only you speaking, my lad. "

"Come along then. "

"All right, Mas' Don. My head aches as if it was a tub with the cooperat work hammering of it. "

Don went slowly along the side of the great cellar, guiding himself inthe intense darkness by running: his hands over the damp bricks; butthere was nothing but bare wall till he had passed down two sides, andwas half-way along the third, when he uttered a hasty ejaculation. 

"It's all right, Jem. Here is a way into another cellar. "

"Mind how you go, sir. Steady. "

"Yes, but make haste. "

"There's a door, " whispered Don. "Loose my hand. "

He hastily felt all over the door, but it was perfectly blank, not somuch as a keyhole to be found, and though he pressed and strained at it, he could make no impression. 

"It's no use, Jem. Let's try the other door. "

"I don't believe there are no other door, " said Jem. "That's the wayout. "

"No, no; the way out is on the other side. "

"This here is t'other side, " said Jem, "only we arn't over there now. "

"I'm sure it can't be. "

"And I'm sure it can be, my lad. Nothing arn't more puzzling than beingshut up in the dark. You loses yourself directly, and then you can'tfind yourself again. "

"But the door where the men went out is over there. "

"Yah! That it arn't, " cried Jem. "Don't throw your fisties about thathow. That's my nose. "

"I'm very sorry, Jem. I did not mean--"

"Course you didn't, but that's what I said. When you're in the dark youdon't know where you are, nor where any one else is. "

"Let's try down that other side, and I'll show you that you are wrong. "

"Can't show me, my lad. You may make me feel, but you did that just nowwhen you hit me on the nose. Well? Fun' it?"

"No, not yet, " said Don, as he crept slowly along from the doorway; andthen carefully on and on, till he must have come to the place from whichthey started. 

"No, not yet, " grumbled Jem. "Nor more you won't if you go on forever. "

"I'm afraid you're right, Jem. "

"I'm right, and I arn't afraid, " said Jem; "leastwise, save that myhead's going on aching for ever. "

Don felt all round the cellar again, and then heaved a sigh. 

"Yes; there's only one door, Jem. Could we break it down?"

"I could if I'd some of the cooper's tools, " said Jem, quietly; "but youcan't break strong doors with your fisties, and you can't get out ofbrick cellars with your teeth. "

"Of course, we're underground. "

"Ay! No doubt about that, Mas' Don. "

"Let's knock and ask for a pencil and paper to send a message. "

Jem uttered a loud chuckle as he seated himself on the floor. 

"I like that, Mas' Don. 'Pon my word I do. Might just as well hit yourhead again the wall. "

"Better use yours for a battering ram, Jem, " said Don, angrily. "It'sthicker than mine. "

There was silence after this. 

"He's sulky because of what I've said, " thought Don. 

"Oh, my poor head!" thought Jem. "How it do ache!"

Then he began to think about Sally, and what she would say or do whenshe found that he did not come back. 

Just at the same time Don was reflecting upon his life of late, and howdiscontented he had been, and how he had longed to go away, while now hefelt as if he would give anything to be back on his old stool in theoffice, writing hard, and trying his best to be satisfied with whatseemed to be a peaceful, happy life. 

A terrible sensation of despair came over him, and the idea of beingdragged off to a ship, and carried right away, was unbearable. Whatwere glorious foreign lands with their wonders to one who would bethought of as a cowardly thief?

As he leaned against a wall there in the darkness his busy brainpictured his stern-looking uncle telling his weeping mother that it wasa disgrace to her to mourn over the loss of a son who could be guilty ofsuch a crime, and then run away to avoid his punishment. 

"Oh! If I had only been a little wiser, " thought Don, "how much happierI might have been. "

Then he forced himself to think out a way of escape, a little furtherconversation with Jem making him feel that he must depend upon himself, for poor Jem's injury seemed to make him at times confused; in fact, hequite startled his fellow-prisoner by exclaiming suddenly, --

"Now where did I put them keys?"

"Jem!"

"Eh? All right, Sally. 'Tarn't daylight yet. "

"Jem, my lad, don't you know where you are?"

"Don't I tell you? Phew! My head. You there, Mas' Don?"

"Yes, Jem. How are you?"

"Oh, lively, sir, lively; been asleep, I think. Keep a good heart, Mas'Don, and--"

"Hist! Here they come, " cried Don, as he saw the gleam of a lightthrough the cracks of the door. "Jem, do you think you could make adash of it as soon as they open the door?"

"No, Mas' Don, not now. My head's all of a boom-whooz, and I seem tohave no use in my legs. "

"Oh!" ejaculated Don despairingly. 

"But never you mind me, my lad. You make a run for it, dive down low assoon as the door's open. That's how to get away. "

_Cling_! _clang_!

Two bolts were shot back and a flood--or after the intense darkness whatseemed to be a flood--of light flashed into the cellar, as the bluff manentered with another bearing the lanthorn. Then there was a great dealof shuffling of feet as if heavy loads were being borne down some stonesteps; and as Don looked eagerly at the party, it was to see foursailors, apparently wounded, perhaps dead, carried in and laid upon thefloor. 

A thrill of horror ran through Don. He had heard of the acts of thepress-gangs as he might have heard of any legend, and then they hadpassed from his mind; but now all this was being brought before him andexemplified in a way that was terribly real. These four men justcarried in were the last victims of outrage, and his indignation seemedto be boiling up within him when the bluff-looking man saidgood-humouredly, --

"That's the way to get them, my lad. Those four fellows made themselvestipsy and went to sleep, merchant sailors; they'll wake up to-morrowmorning with bad headaches and in His Majesty's Service. Fine lessonfor them to keep sober. "

Don looked at the men with disgust. A few moments before he feltindignant, and full of commiseration for them; but the bluff man's wordshad swept all that away. 

Then, crossing to where the man stood by the lanthorn-bearer, Don laidhis hand upon his arm. 

"You are not going to keep us, sir?" he said quietly. "My mother and myuncle will be very uneasy at my absence, and Jem--our man, has a youngwife. "

"No, no; can't listen to you, my lad, " said the bluff man; "it's veryhard, I know, but the king's ships must be manned--and boyed, " he addedwith a laugh. 

"But my mother?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for your mother, but you're too old to fret about her. We shall make a man of you, and that chap's young wife will have to waittill he comes back. "

"But you will let me send a message to them at home?"

"To come and fetch you away, my lad? Well, hardly. We don't give thatfacility to pressed men to get away. There, be patient; we will notkeep you in this hole long. "

He glanced at the four sleeping men, and turned slowly to go, giving Dona nod of the head, but, as he neared the door he paused. 

"Not very nice for a lad like you, " he said, not unkindly. "Here, bringthese two out, my lads; we'll stow them in the warehouse. Rather hardon the lad to shut him up with these swine. Here, come along. "

A couple of the press-gang seized Don by the arms, and a couple morepaid Jem Wimble the same attention, after which they were led up aflight of steps, the door was banged to and bolted, and directly afterthey were all standing on the floor of what had evidently been used as atobacco warehouse, where the lanthorn light showed a rough step ladderleading up to another floor. 

"Where shall we put 'em, sir?" said a sailor. 

"Top floor and make fast, " said the bluff man. 

"But you will let me send word home?" began Don. 

"I shall send you back into that lock-up place below, and perhaps putyou in irons, " said the man sternly. "Be content with what I am doingfor you. Now then, up with you, quick!--"

There was nothing for it but to obey, and with a heavy heart Donfollowed the man with the lanthorn as he led the way to the next floor, Jem coming next, and a guard of two well-armed men and their bluffsuperior closing up the rear. 

The floor they reached was exactly like the one they had left, and theyascended another step ladder to the next, and then to the next. 

"There's a heap of bags and wrappers over yonder to lie down on, mylads, " said the bluff man. "There, go to sleep and forget yourtroubles. You shall have some prog in the morning. Now, my men, sharp's the word. "

They had ascended from floor to floor through trap-doors, and as Donlooked anxiously at his captors, the man who carried the lanthornstooped and raised a heavy door from the floor and held it and the lightas his companions descended, following last and drawing down the heavytrap over his head. 

The door closed with a loud clap, a rusty bolt was shot, and then, asthe two prisoners stood in the darkness listening, there was a raspingnoise, and then a crash, which Don interpreted to mean that the heavystep ladder had been dragged away and half laid, half thrown upon thefloor below. Then the sounds died away. 

"This is a happy sort o' life, Mas' Don, " said Jem, breaking thesilence. "What's to be done next? Oh! My head, my head!"

"I don't know, Jem, " said Don despondently. "It's enough to make onewish one was dead. "

"Dead! Wish one was dead, sir? Oh, come. It's bad enough to beknocked down and have the headache. Dead! No, no. Where did he saythem bags was?"

"I don't know, Jem. "

"Well, let's look. I want to lie down and have a sleep. "

"Sleep? At a time like this!"

"Why not, sir? I'm half asleep now. Can't do anything better as Isee. "

"Jem, " said Don passionately, "we're being punished for all ourdiscontent and folly, and it seems more than I can bear. "

"But we must bear it, sir. That's what you've got to do when you'repunished. Don't take on, sir. P'r'aps, it won't seem so bad when itgets light. Here, help me find them bags he talked about. "

Don was too deep in thought, for the face of his mother was before him, and he seemed to see the agony she suffered on his account. 

"Justly punished, " he kept muttering; "justly punished, and now it istoo late--too late. "

"Here y'are, Mas' Don, " cried Jem; "lots of 'em, and I can't help it, Imust lie down, for my head feels as if it was going to tumble off. "

Don heard him make a scuffling noise, as if he were very busy movingsome sacks. 

"There!" Jem cried at last; "that's about it. Now, Mas' Don, I've madeyou up a tidy bed; come and lie down. "

"No, Jem, no; I'm not sleepy. "

"Then I must, " muttered Jem; and after a little more scuffling noise allwas still for a few minutes, after which there was a regular heavybreathing, which told that the great trouble he was in had not beensufficient to keep Jem Wimble awake. 

Don stood for some time in the darkness, but by degrees a wretchedfeeling of weariness came over him, and he sat down painfully upon thefloor, drawing his knees up to his chin, embracing them, and laying hishead upon them. 

He wanted to think of his position, of his folly, and of the troublewhich it had brought upon him. Jem's heavy breathing came regularlyfrom somewhere to his left, and he found himself, as he crouchedtogether there in the darkness, envying the poor fellow, much as he wasinjured. 

"But then he has not so much on his mind as I have, " thought Don. "Oncelet me get clear away from here, how different I will be. "

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. 

HOW TO ESCAPE?

_Rumble_! _Bump_!

Don started and stared, for something had shaken him as if a sudden blowhad been given against the floor. 

What did it all mean? Where was he? What window was that through whichthe sun shone brightly, and why was he in that rough loft, in companywith a man lying asleep on some sacks?

Memory filled up the vacuum directly, and he knew that his head wasaching, and that he had been fast asleep. 

_Crash_!

That was a bolt shot back, and the noise which awakened him must havebeen the big step ladder placed against the beam beneath the trap-door. 

As Don watched he saw the trap, like a square piece of the floor, riseup slowly, and a rough, red face appear, framed in hair. 

"Ship ahoy!" shouted the owner of the face. "What cheer, messmates?Want your hot water?"

Just then the man, whose hands were out of sight, and who had kept onpushing up the trap-door with his head, gave it a final thrust, and thedoor fell over with a loud _flap_, which made Jem Wimble sit up, withhis face so swollen and bruised that his eyes were half-closed; and thisand his dirty face gave him an aspect that was more ludicrous thanstrange. 

"What's the matter?" he said sharply. "Who are you? I--where--was--tome. Have I been a-dreaming? No: we're pressed!"

"Pressed you are, my lads; and Bosun Jones has sent you up some hotslops and soft tack. There you are. Find your own tablecloth andsilliver spoons. "

He placed a large blue jug before them, in which was some steamingcompound, covered by a large breakfast cup, stuck in the mouth of thejug, while on a plate was a fair-sized pile of bread and butter. 

"There you are, messmates; say your grace and fall to. "

"Look here, " said Don quickly. "You know we were taken by thepress-gang last night?"

"Do I know? Why, didn't I help?"

"Oh!" ejaculated Don, with a look of revulsion, which he tried toconceal. "Look here, " he said; "if you will take a message for me to mymother, in Jamaica Street, you shall have a guinea. "

"Well, that's handsome, anyhow, " said the man, laughing. "What am I tosay to the old lady?"

"That we have been seized by the press-gang, and my uncle is to try andget us away. "

"That all?"

"Yes, that's all. Will you go?"

"Hadn't you better have your breakfuss?"

"Breakfast? No, " said Don. "I can't eat. "

"Better. Keep you going, my lad. "

"Will you take my message?"

"No, I won't. "

"You shall have two guineas. "

"Where are they?"

"My mother will gladly give them to you. "

"Dessay she will. "

"And you will go?"

"Do you know what a bosun's mate is, my lad?"

"I? No. I know nothing about the sea. "

"You will afore long. Well, I'll tell you; bosun's mate's a gentlemankep' aboard ship to scratch the crew's backs. "

"You are laughing at me, " cried Don angrily. 

"Not a bit of it, my lad. If I was to do what you want, I should betied up to-morrow, and have my back scratched. "

"Flogged?"

"That's it. "

"For doing a kind act? For saving my poor mother from trouble andanxiety?"

"For not doing my dooty, my lad. There, a voyage or two won't hurt you. Why, I was a pressed man, and look at me. "

"Main-top ahoy! Are you coming down?" came from below. 

"Ay, ay, sir!" shouted the sailor. 

"Wasn't that the man who had us shut up here?" cried Don. 

"To be sure: Bosun Jones, " said the man, running to the trap andbeginning to descend. 

"You'll take my message?"

"Nay, not I, " said the man, shaking his head. "There, eat yourbreakfuss, and keep your head to the wind, my lads. "

_Bang_!

The door was shut heavily and the rusty bolt shot. Then the twoprisoners listened to the descending footsteps and to the murmur ofvoices from below, after which Don looked across the steaming jug atJem, and Jem returned the stare. 

"Mornin', Mas' Don, " he said. "Rum game, arn't it?"

"Do you think he'll take my message, Jem?"

"Not a bit on it, sir. You may take your oath o' that. "

"Will they take us aboard ship?"

"Yes, sir, and make sailors on us, and your uncle's yard 'll go to rackand ruin; and there was two screws out o' one o' the shutter hinges as Iwere going to put in to-day. "

"Jem, we must escape them. "

"All right, Mas' Don, sir. 'Arter breakfast. "

"Breakfast? Who is to eat breakfast?"

"I am, sir. Feels as if it would do me good. "

"But we must escape, Jem--escape. "

"Yes, sir; that's right, " said Jem, taking off the cup, and sniffing atthe jug. "Coffee, sir. Got pretty well knocked about last night, andI'm as sore this morning as if they'd been rolling casks all over me. But a man must eat. "

"Eat then, and drink then, for goodness' sake, " cried Don impatiently. 

"Thankye, sir, " said Jem; and he poured out a cup of steaming coffee, sipped it, sipped again, took three or four mouthfuls of bread andbutter, and then drained the cup. 

"Mas' Don!" he cried, "it's lovely. Do have a cup. Make you seeclear. "

As he spoke he refilled the mug and handed it to Don, who took itmechanically, and placed it to his lips, one drop suggesting anothertill he had finished the cup. 

"Now a bit o' bread and butter, Mas' Don?"

Don shook his head, but took the top piece, and began mechanically toeat, while Jem partook of another cup, there being a liberal allowanceof some three pints. 

"That's the way, sir. Wonderful what a difference breakfuss makes in aman. Eat away, sir; and if they don't look out we'll give thempress-gang. "

"Yes, but how, Jem? How?"

"Lots o' ways, sir. We'll get away, for one thing, or fasten that theretrap-door down; and then they'll be the prisoners, not us. 'Nother cup, sir? Go on with the bread and butter. I say, sir, do I look lively?"

"Lively?"

"I mean much knocked about? My face feels as if the skin was too tight, and as if I couldn't get on my hat. "

"It does not matter, Jem, " said Don, quietly. "You have no hat. "

"More I haven't. I remember feeling it come off, and it wasn't halfwore out. Have some more coffee, Mas' Don. 'Tarnt so good as my Sallymakes. I'd forgot all about her just then. Wonder whether she's eatingher breakfast?"

Don sighed and went on eating. He was horribly low-spirited, but hisyouthful appetite once started, he felt the need of food, and kept on insilence, passing and receiving the cup till all was gone. 

"That job's done, " said Jem, placing the jug on the plate, and the cupin the mouth of the jug. "Now then, I'm ready, Mas' Don. You saidescape, didn't you, sir?"

"Yes. What shall we do?"

"Well, we can't go down that way, sir, because the trap-door's bolted. "

"There is the window, Jem. "

"Skylights, you mean, sir, " said Jem, looking up at the sloping panes inthe roof. "Well, let's have a look. Will you get a-top o' myshoulders, or shall I get a-top o' yourn?"

"I couldn't bear you, Jem. "

"Then up you gets, my lad, like the tumblers do at the fair. "

It seemed easy enough to get up and stand on the sturdy fellow'sshoulders, but upon putting it to the test, Don found it very hard, andafter a couple of failures he gave up, and they stood together lookingup at the sloping window, which was far beyond their reach. 

"Dessay it's fastened, so that we couldn't open it, " said Jem. 

"The fox said the grapes were sour when he could not get at them, Jem. "

"That's true, Mas' Don. Well, how are we to get up?"

They looked round the loft, but, with the exception of the old sackinglying at one end, the place was bare. 

"Here, come to the end, Jem, and let me have another try, " said Don. 

"Right, sir; come on, " cried Jem; and going right to the end of theloft, he bent his body a little and leaned his hands against the wall. 

This simplified matters. 

"Stand fast, Jem, " cried Don, and taking a spring, he landed upon hiscompanion's broad back, leap-frog fashion, but only to jump off again. 

"What's the matter, Mas' Don?"

"Only going to take off my shoes. "

"Ah, 'twill be better. I didn't grumble before, but you did hurt, sir. "

Don slipped off his shoes, uttered a word or two of warning, and oncemore mounted on Jem's back. It was easy then to get into a kneeling, and then to a standing, position, the wall being at hand to steady him. 

"That's your sort, Mas' Don. Now hold fast, and step up on to myshoulders as I rise myself up; that's the way, " he continued, slowlystraightening himself, and placing his hands behind Don's legs, as hestood up, steadily, facing the wall. 

"What next, Jem?"

"Next, sir? Why, I'm going to walk slowly back under the window, foryou to try and open it, and look out and see where we are. Ready?"

"Yes. "

"Hold tight, sir. "

"But there's nothing to hold by, Jem, when you move away. "

"Then you must stand fast, sir, and I'll balance you like. I can doit. "

Don drew a long breath, and felt no faith, for as soon as Jem movedsteadily from the wall, his ability in balancing was not great. 

"Stand firm, sir. I've got you, " he said. 

"Am I too heavy, Jem?"

"Heavy? No, sir; I could carry two on you. Stand fast; 'tarn't far. Stand fast. That's your sort. Stand--oh!"

Everything depended upon him, and poor Jem did his best; but after threeor four steps Don felt that he was going, and to save himself from afall he tried to jump lightly down. 

This would have been easy enough had not Jem been so earnest. He, too, felt that it was all wrong, and to save his companion, he tightened hishold of the calves of Don's legs as the lad stood erect on hisshoulders. 

The consequence was that he gave Don sufficient check as he leaped tothrow him off his balance; and in his effort to save him, Jem lost hisown, and both came down with a crash and sat up and rubbed and looked ateach other. 

"Arn't hurt, are you, Mas' Don?"

"Not hurt?" grumbled Don. "I am hurt horribly. "

"I'm very sorry, sir; so am I. But I arn't broke nowhere! Are you?"

"Broken? No!" said Don rising. "There, let's try again. "

"To be sure, sir. Come, I like that. "

"Look here, Jem. When you straighten up, let me steady myself with myhands on the sloping ceiling there; now try. "

The former process was gone through, after listening to find all silentbelow; and Don stood erect once more, supporting himself by the wall. 

"Now edge round gently, Jem. That's right. "

Jem obeyed, and by progressing very slowly, they got to within about tenfeet of the window, which Don saw that he could reach easily, when thebalance was lost once more. 

"Don't hold, Jem!" cried Don; and he leaped backwards, to come down allright this time. 

By no means discouraged, they went back to the end; and this time, byprogressing more slowly, the window was reached, and, to their greatdelight, Don found that it was fastened inside, opening outwards bymeans of a couple of hinges at the highest end, and provided with aratchet, to keep it open to any distance required. 

"Can you bear me if I try to open it, Jem?"

"Can I? Ah!"

Jem was a true bearer, standing as fast as a small elephant as Donopened the window, and then supporting himself by a beam which ranacross the opening, thrust out his head and surveyed the exterior. 

He was not long in making out their position--in the top floor of awarehouse, the roof sloping, so that escape along it was impossible, while facing him was the blank wall of a higher building, evidently onthe other side of a narrow alley. Don looked to right, but there was nomeans of making their position known so as to ask for help. To the lefthe was no better off, and seeing that the place had been well chosen asa temporary lock-up for the impressed men, Don prepared to descend. 

"Better shut the window fust, Mas' Don. "

The suggestion was taken, and then Don leaped down and faced hisfellow-prisoner, repeating the information he had roughly communicatedbefore. 

"Faces a alley, eh?" said Jem. "Can't we go along the roof. "

"I don't believe a cat could go in safety, Jem. "

"Well, we aren't cats, Mas' Don, are we? Faces a alley, eh? Wasn'tthere no windows opposit'?"

"Nothing but a blank wall. "

"Well, it's all right, Mas' Don. We'd better set to work. Only wants arope with one end fastened in here, and then we could slide down. "

"Yes, " said Don gloomily; "the window is unfastened, and the way clear, but where's the rope?"

"There, " said Jem, and he pointed to the end of the loft. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. 

WORKING UNDER DIFFICULTIES. 

"There. Those sacks?"

"That's it, Mas' Don. I've got my knife. You got yourn?"

"Yes. "

"Then here goes, then, to unravel them sacks till we've got enough tomake a rope. This loft's a capital place to twist him. It's all right, sir, only help me work away, and to-night we'll be safe home. "

"To-night, Jem? Not before?"

"Why, we sha'n't have the rope ready; and if we had, it would be no useto try by daylight. No, sir; we must wait till it's dark, and workaway. If we hear any one coming we can hide the rope under the othersacks; so come on. "

They seated themselves at the end of the loft, and worked away rapidlyunravelling the sacking and rolling the yarn up into balls, each ofwhich was hidden as soon as it became of any size. 

As the hours went on, and they were not interrupted, the dread increasedthat they might be summoned to descend as prisoners before they hadcompleted their work; but Jem's rough common sense soon suggested thatthis was not likely to be the case. 

"Not afore night, Mas' Don, " he said. "They won't take us aboard in theday. We're smuggled goods, we are; and if they don't mind, we shall betoo many for them. 'Nother hour, and I shall begin to twist up ourrope. "

About midday the same sailor came up and brought them some bread andmeat. 

"That's right, my lads, " he said. "You're taking it sensible, andthat's the best way. If we've any luck to-night, you'll go aboard aforemorning. There, I mustn't stop. "

He hurried down, closing and fastening the trap, and Jem pointed to thefood. 

"Eat away, Mas' Don, and work same time. Strikes me we sha'n't goaboard afore close upon daylight, for they've got us all shut up heresnug, so as no one shall know, and they don't dare take us away whilepeople can see. Strikes me they won't get all the men aboard this time, eh, Mas' Don?"

"Not if we can prevent it, " said Don, with his hand upon the rough pieceof sacking which covered his share of the work. "Think it's safe tobegin again?"

"Ay! Go on. Little at a time, my lad, and be ready to hide it as soonas you hears a step. "

In spite of their trouble, they ate with a fair appetite, sharpenedperhaps by the hope of escape, and the knowledge that they must not befaint and weak at the last moment. 

The meal was finished, and all remaining silent, they worked onunravelling the sacking, and rolling up the yarn, Don thinking of home, and Jem whistling softly a doleful air. 

"If we don't get away, Mas' Don, " he said, after a pause, "and they takeus aboard ship and make sailors of us--"

"Don't talk like that, Jem! We must--we will get away. "

"Oh, yes, it's all very well to talk, Mas' Don, but it's as well to beprepared for the worst. Like as not we sha'n't get away, and then weshall go aboard, be made sailors, and have to fight the French. "

"I shall not believe that, Jem, till it takes place. "

"I shall, my lad, and I hope when I'm far away as your mother, as is areg'lar angel, will do what's right by my Sally, as is a married woman, but only a silly girl after all, as says and does things withoutthinking what they mean. I was horrid stupid to take so much notice ofall she said, and all through that I'm here. "

"Haven't we got enough ready, Jem?" said Don, impatiently, for hiscompanion's words troubled him. They seemed to fit his own case. 

"Yes, I should think that will do now, sir, so let's begin and twist upa rope. We sha'n't want it very thick. "

"But we shall want it very strong, Jem. "

"Here goes, then, to make it, " said Jem, taking the balls of yarn, knotting the ends together, and then taking a large piece of sack andplacing it beside him. 

"To cover up the stuff if we hear any one coming, my lad. Now then, youpay out, and I'll twist. Mustn't get the yarn tangled. "

Don set to work earnestly, and watched his companion, who cleverlytwisted away at the gathered-up yarn, and then rolled his work up into aball. 

The work was clumsy, but effective, and in a short time he had laid up afew yards of a very respectable line, which seemed quite capable ofbearing them singly. 

Foot by foot the line lengthened, and the balls of yarn grew less, whenjust in the middle of their task Don made a dash at Jem, and threw downthe yarn. 

"Here, what yer doing? You'll get everything in a tangle, sir. "

"Hush! Some one coming. "

"I can't hear him. "

"There is, I tell you. Listen!"

Jem held his head on one side like a magpie, and then shook it. 

"Nobody, " he said; but hardly had he said the words than he dabbed therope under him, and seized upon the yarn, threw some of the old sacksupon it, and then laid his hand on Don's shoulder, just as the trap-doorwas raised softly a few inches, and a pair of eyes appeared at the broadcrack. 

Then the trap made a creaking noise, and a strange sailor came up, tofind Jem seated on the floor tailor-fashion, and Don lying upon hisface, with his arms crossed beneath his forehead, and some of the oldsacking beneath him. 

The man came up slowly, and laid the trap back in a careful way, as ifto avoid making a noise, and then, after a furtive look at Jem, who gavehim a sturdy stare in return, he stood leaning over the opening andlistening. 

Footsteps were heard directly after, and a familiar voice gave someorder. Directly after the bluff-looking man with whom they had had somuch dealing stepped up into the loft. 

"Well, my lads, " he said, "how are the sore places?"

Jem did not answer. 

"Sulky, eh? Ah, you'll soon get over that. Now, my boy, let's have alook at you. "

He gave Don a clap on the shoulder, and the lad started up as if fromsleep, and stared at the fresh comer. 

"Won't do, " said the bluff man, laughing. "Men don't wake up from sleeplike that. Ah! Of course: now you are turning red in the face. Didn'twant to speak to me, eh? Well, you are all right, I see. "

Don did not attempt to rise from where he half sat, half lay, and theman gave a sharp look round, letting his eyes rest; for a few momentsupon the window, and then turning them curiously upon the old sacking. 

To Don's horror he approached and picked up a piece close to that whichserved for a couch. 

"How came all this here?" he said sharply. 

"Old stuff, sir. Been used for the bales o' 'bacco, I s'pose, " said thefurtive-looking man. 

"Humph. And so you have made a bed of it, eh? Let's have a look. "

The perspiration stood on Don's forehead. 

"Well, " said the bluff man, "why don't you get up? Quick!"

He took a step nearer Don, and was in the act of stooping to take him bythe arm, when there was a hail from below. 

"Ahoy!" shouted the sailor, bending over the trap-door. 

"Wants Mr Jones, " came up. 

"Luff wants you, sir, " said the man. 

"Right. There, cheer up, my lads; you might be worse off than you are, "said the bluff visitor pleasantly. Then, clapping Don on the shoulder, "Don't sulk, my lad. Make the best of things. You're in the king'sservice now, so take your fate like a man. "

He nodded and crossed to the trap. 

"Ahoy, there! Below there! I'm coming. --Can't expect a bosun to breakhis neck. "

He said these last words as his head and shoulders were above the floor, and gave the prisoners a friendly nod just as his eyes weredisappearing. 

"Come along, my lad, " he said, when he was out of sight. 

"Ay! Ay!" growled the furtive-looking man, slowly following, and givingthose he left behind a very peculiar smile, which he lengthened out intime and form, till he was right down the ladder, with the trap-doordrawn over and resting upon his head. This he slowly lowered, till onlyhis eyes and brow were seen, and he stayed like that watching for aminute, then let the lid close with a _flap_, and shut him, as it were, in a box. 

"Gone!" said Jem. "Lor', how I should ha' liked to go and jump on thatthere trap just while he was holding it up with his head. I'd ha' madeit ache for him worse than they made mine. "

"Hist! Don't talk so loud, " whispered Don. "He listens. "

"I hope he's a-listening now, " said Jem, loudly; "a lively smiling sortof a man. That's what he is, Mas' Don. Sort o' man always on the bluesneak. " Don held up his hand. 

"Think they suspect anything, Jem?" he whispered. 

"Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don't, Mas' Don. That stoutish chapseemed to smell a rat, and that smiling door-knocker fellow was all onthe spy; but I don't think he heared anything, and I'm sure he didn'tsee. Now, then, can you tell me whether they're coming back?"

Don shook his head, and they remained thinking and watching for nearlyan hour before Jem declared that they must risk it. 

"One minute, " said Don; and he went on tip-toe as far as the trap-door, and lying down, listened and applied his eyes to various cracks, beforefeeling convinced that no one was listening. 

"Why, you didn't try if it was fastened, " cried Jem; and taking out hisknife, he inserted it opposite to the hinges, and tried to lever up thedoor. 

It was labour in vain, for the bolt had been shot. 

"They don't mean to let us go, Mas' Don, " said Jem. "Come on, and let'sget the rope done. "

They returned to the sacking, lifted it up, and taking out theunfinished rope, worked away rapidly, but with the action of sparrowsfeeding in a road--one peck and two looks out for danger. 

Half-a-dozen times at least the work was hidden, some sound belowsuggesting danger, while over and over again, in spite of their efforts, the rope advanced so slowly, and the result was so poor, that Don feltin despair of its being done by the time they wanted it, and doubtfulwhether if done it would bear their weight. 

He envied Jem's stolid patience and the brave way in which he worked, twisting, and knotting about every three feet, while every time theireyes met Jem gave him an encouraging nod. 

Whether to be successful or not, the making of the rope did one thing--it relieved them of a great deal of mental strain. 

In fact, Don stared wonderingly at the skylight, as it seemed to him tohave suddenly turned dark. 

"Going to be a storm, Jem, " he said. "Will the rain hurt the rope?"

"Storm, Mas' Don? Why, it's as clear as clear. Getting late, and usnot done. "

"But the rope must be long enough now. "

"Think so, sir?"

"Yes; and if it is not, we can easily drop the rest of the way. "

"What! And break our legs, or sprain our ankles, and be caught? Nolet's make it another yard or two. "

"Hist! Quick!"

They were only just in time, for almost before they had thrown the oldsacking over the rope, the bolt of the trap-door was thrust back, andthe sinister-looking sailor entered with four more, to give a sharp lookround the place, and then roughly seize the prisoners. 

"Now, then!" cried Jem sharply, "what yer about? Arn't going to tie usup, are you?"

"Yes, if you cut up rough again, " said the leader of the little party. "Come on. "

"Here, what yer going to do?" cried Jem. 

"Do? You'll see. Not going to spoil your beauty, mate. "

Don's heart sank low. All that hopeful labour over the rope thrownaway! And he cast a despairing look at Jem. 

"Never mind, my lad, " whispered the latter. "More chances than one. "

"Now then! No whispering. Come along!" shouted the sinister-lookingman, fiercely. "Come on down. Bring 'em along. "

Don cast another despairing look at Jem, and then marched slowly towardthe opening in the floor. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. 

A DESPERATE ATTEMPT. 

Just as the prisoners reached the trap-door a voice came from below. 

"Hold hard there, my lads. Bosun Jones has been down to the others, andhe says these here may stop where they are. "

"What for?"

"Oh, one o' the four chaps we brought in last night's half wild, andbeen running amuck. Come on down. "

"Yah!" growled the sinister sailor, scowling at Jem, as if there weresome old enmity between them. 

"I say, don't, " said Jem mockingly. "You'll spoil your good looks. Say, does he always look as handsome as that?"

The man doubled his fist, and made a sharp blow at Jem, and seemedsurprised at the result; for Jem dodged, and retorted, planting his fistin the fellow's chest, and sending him staggering back. 

The man's eyes blazed as he recovered himself, and rushed at Jem like abull-dog. 

Obeying his first impulse, Don, who had never struck a blow in angersince he left school, forgot fair play for the moment, and doubled hisfists to help Jem. 

"No, no, Mas' Don; I can tackle him, " cried Jem; "and I feel as if Ishould like to now. "

But there was to be no encounter, for a couple of the other sailorsseized their messmate, and forced him to the trap-door, growling andthreatening all manner of evil to the sturdy little prisoner, who wasstanding on his defence. 

"No, no, mate, " said the biggest and strongest of the party; "it's likehitting a man as is down. Come on. "

There was another struggle, but the brute was half thrust to the ladder, and directly after the trap was closed again, and the bolt shot. 

"Well, I never felt so much like fighting before--leastwise not since Ithrashed old Mike behind the barrel stack in the yard, " said Jem, resuming his coat, which he had thrown off. 

"Did you fight Mike in the yard one day?" said Don wonderingly. "Why, Jem, I remember; that's when you had such a dreadful black eye. "

"That's right, my lad. "

"And pretended you fell down the ladder out of floor number six. "

"That's right again, Mas' Don, " said Jem, grinning. 

"Then that was a lie?"

"Well, I don't know 'bout it's being a lie, my lad. P'r'aps you mightcall it a kind of a sort of a fib. "

"Fib? It was an untruth. "

"Well, but don't you see, it would have looked so bad to say, `I gotthat eye a-fighting?' and it was only a little while 'fore I wasmarried. What would my Sally ha' said if she know'd I fought our Mike?"

"Why, of course; I remember now, Mike was ill in bed for a week at thesame time. "

"That's so, Mas' Don, " said Jem, chuckling; "and he was werry ill. Yousee, he come to the yard to work, after you'd begged him on, and he wasdrunk as a fiddler--not as ever I see a fiddler that way. And then, i'stead o' doing his work, he was nasty, and began cussing. He cussedeverything, from the barrow and truck right up to your uncle, whosemoney he took, and then he began cussing o' you, Mas' Don; and I toldhim he ought to be ashamed of hisself for cussing the young gent as gothim work; and no sooner had I said that than I found myself sitting in apuddle, with my nose bleeding. "

"Well?" said Don, who was deeply interested. 

"Well, Mas' Don, that's all. "

"No, it isn't, Jem; you say you fought Mike. "

"Well, I s'pose I did, Mas' Don. "

"`Suppose you did'?"

"Yes; I only recklect feeling wild because my clean shirt and necktiewas all in a mess. I don't recklect any more--only washing my soreknuckles at the pump, and holding a half hun'erd weight up again myeye. "

"But Mike stopped away from work for a week. "

"Yes, Mas' Don. He got hisself a good deal hurt somehow. "

"You mean you hurt him?"

"Dunno, Mas' Don. S'pose I did, but I don't 'member nothing about it. And now look here, sir; seems to me that in half-hour's time it'll bequite dark enough to start; and if I'd got five guineas, I'd give 'emfor five big screws, and the use of a gimlet and driver. "

"What for?"

"To fasten down that there trap. "

"It would be no good, Jem; because if they found the trap fast, they'dbe on the watch for us outside. "

"Dessay you're right, sir. Well, what do you say? Shall we begin now, or wait?"

Don looked up at the fast darkening skylight, and then, after a moment'shesitation, --

"Let's begin now, Jem. It will take some time. "

"That's right, Mas' Don; so here goes, and good luck to us. It meanshome, and your mother, and my Sally; or going to fight the French. "

"And we don't want to be obliged to fight without we like, Jem. "

"That's true, " said Jem; and going quickly to the trap, he laid his earto the crack and listened. 

"All right, my lad. Have it out, " he said; and the sacks were castaside, and the rope withdrawn. "Will it bear us, Jem?"

"I'm going to try first, and if it'll bear me it'll bear you. "

"But you can't get up there. "

"No, but you can, my lad; and when you're there you can fasten the ropeto that cross-bar, and then I can soon be with you. Ready?"

"Wait till I've got off my shoes. "

"That's right; stick 'em in your pockets, my lad. Now then, ready?"

Don signified his readiness. Jem laid him a back up at the end wall. Don mounted, and then jumped down again. 

"What's the matter?"

"I haven't got the rope. "

"My: what a head I have!" cried Jem, as Don tightly knotted the ropeabout his waist; and then, mounting on his companion's back once more, was borne very slowly, steadying himself by the sloping roof, till thewindow was reached. 

"Hold fast, Jem. "

"Right it is, my lad. "

There was a clicking of the iron fastening, the window was thrust uphigher and higher, till it was to the full extent of the ratchetsupport, and then by passing one arm over the light cross-beam, whichdivided the opening in two, Don was able to raise himself, and throw hisleg over the front of the opening, so that the next minute he wassitting on the edge with one leg down the sloping roof, and the otherhanging inside, but in a very awkward position, on account of the broadskylight. 

"Can't you open it more?" said Jem. 

"No; that's as far as the fastening will hold it up. "

"Push it right over, Mas' Don, so as it may lie back against the roof. Mind what you're doing, so as you don't slip. But you'll be all right. I've got the rope, and won't let it go. "

Don did as he was told, taking tightly hold of the long cross centralbar, and placing his knees, and then his feet, against the front of theopening, so that he was in the position of a four-footed animal. Thenhis back raised up the hinged skylight higher and higher, till, holdingon to the cross-bar with one hand, and the ratchet fastening with theother, he thrust up and up, till the skylight was perpendicular, and hepaused, panting with the exertion. 

"All right, Mas' Don; I've got the rope. Now lower it down gently, tillit lies flat on the slope. That's the way; steady! Steady!"

_Bang_! _crash_! _jingle_!

"Oh, Mas' Don!"

"I couldn't help it, Jem; the iron fastening came out. The wood'srotten. "

For the skylight had fallen back with a crash, and some of the brokenglass came musically jingling down, some of it sliding along the tiles, and dropping into the alley below. 

There was a dead silence, neither of the would-be evaders of theenforced king's service moving, but listening intently for the slightestsound. 

"Think they heared it, Mas' Don?" said Jem, at last, in a hoarsewhisper. 

"I can't hear anything, " replied Don, softly. 

They listened again, but all was wonderfully quiet. A distant murmurcame from the busy streets, and a clock struck nine. 

"Why, that's Old Church, " said Jem in a whisper. "We must be close downto the water side, Mas' Don. "

"Yes, Jem. Shall we give it up, or risk it?"

"I'll show you d'reckly, " said Jem. "You make that there end fast roundthe bar. It isn't rotten, is it?"

"No, " said Don, after an examination; "it seems very solid. " Anduntying the rope from his waist, he knotted it to the little beam. 

The next minute Jem gave a heavy drag at the rope, then a jerk, and nextswung to it, going to and fro for a few seconds. 

"Hold a ton, " whispered Jem; and reaching up as high as he could, hegripped the rope between his legs and over his ankle and foot, andapparently with the greatest ease drew himself up to the bar, threw aleg over and sat astride with his face beaming. 

"They sha'n't have us this time, Mas' Don, " he said, running the roperapidly through his hands until he had reached the end, when he gatheredit up in rings, till he had enough to throw beyond the sloping roof. 

"Here goes!" he whispered; and he tossed it from him into the gatheringgloom. 

The falling rope made a dull sound, and then there was a sharp glidingnoise. 

One of the broken fragments of glass had been started from where it hadlodged, and slid rapidly down the tiles. 

They held their breath as they waited to hear it fall tinkling beyond onthe pavement; but they listened in vain, for the simple reason that ithad fallen into the gutter. 

"All right, Mas' Don! Here goes!" said Jem, and he lowered the rope toits full extent. 

"Hadn't I better go first, and try the rope, Jem?"

"What's the good o' your going first? It might break, and then whatwould your mother say to me? I'll go; and, as I said afore, if it bearsme, it'll bear you. "

"But, if it breaks, what shall I say to little Sally?"

"Well, I wouldn't go near her if I was you, Mas' Don. She might takeon, and then it wouldn't be nice; or she mightn't take on, and thatwouldn't be nice. Hist! What's that?"

"Can't hear anything, Jem. "

"More can I. Here, shake hands, lad, case I has a tumble. "

"Don't, don't risk it, Jem, " whispered Don, clinging to his hand. 

"What! After making the rope! Oh, come, Mas' Don, where's your pluck?Now then, I'm off; and when I'm down safe, I'll give three jerks at theline, and then hold it steady. Here goes--once to be ready, twice to besteady, three times to be--off!"

Don's heart felt in his mouth as his companion grasped the rope tightly, and let himself glide down the steep tiled slope, till he reached theedge over the gutter; and then, as he disappeared, dissolving--so itseemed--into the gloom, Don's breath was held, and he felt a singularpain at the chest. 

He grasped the rope, though, as he sat astride at the lower edge of theopening; and the loosely twisted hemp seemed to palpitate and quiver asif it were one of Jem's muscles reaching to his hands. 

Then all at once the rope became slack, as if the tension had beenremoved, and Don turned faint with horror. 

"It's broken!" he panted; and he strained over as far as he couldwithout falling to hear the dull thud of his companion's fall. 

Thoughts fly fast, and in a moment of time Don had seen poor Jem lyingcrushed below, picked up, and had borne the news to his little wife. But before he had gone any further, the rope was drawn tight once more, and as he held it, there came to thrill his nerves three distinct jerks. 

"It's all right!" he panted; and grasped the rope with both hands. "Nowthen, " he thought, "it only wants a little courage, and I can slide downand join him, and then we're free. "

Yes; but it required a good deal of resolution to make the venture. "Suppose Jem's weight had unwound the rope; suppose it should break;suppose--"

"Oh, what a coward I am!" he muttered; and swinging his leg free, he layupon his face for a moment, right upon the sloping tiles and then letthe rope glide through his hands. 

It was very easy work down that slope, only that elbows and handssuffered, and sundry sounds suggested that waistcoat buttons were beingtorn off. But that was no moment for studying trifles; and what werewaistcoat buttons to liberty?

Another moment, and his legs were over the edge, and he was about toattempt the most difficult part of the descent, grasping beforehand, that as soon as he hung clear of the eaves, he should begin to turnslowly round. 

"Now for it, " he said; and he was about to descend perpendicularly, whenthe rope was suddenly jerked violently. 

There was a loud ejaculation, and Jem's voice rose to where he hung. 

"No, no, Mas' Don. Back! Back! Don't come down. " Then, as he hung, there came the panting and noise of a terrible struggle far below. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. 

PRISONERS AGAIN. 

Don's grasp tightened on the rope, and as he lay there, half on, halfoff the slope, listening, with the beads of perspiration gathering onhis forehead, he heard from below shouts, the trampling of feet andstruggling. 

"They've attacked Jem, " he thought. "What shall I do? Go to his help?"

Before he could come to a decision the noise ceased and all wasperfectly still. 

Don hung there thinking. 

What should he do--slide down and try to escape, or climb back?

Jem was evidently retaken, and to escape would be cowardly, he thought;and in this spirit he began to draw himself slowly back till, after agreat deal of exertion, he had contrived to get his legs beyond theeaves, and there he rested, hesitating once more. 

Just then he heard voices below, and holding on by one hand, he rapidlydrew up a few yards of the rope, making his leg take the place ofanother hand. 

There was a good deal of talking, and he caught the word "rope, " butthat was all. So he continued his toilsome ascent till he was able tograsp the edge of the skylight opening, up to which he dragged himself, and sat listening, astride, as he had been before the attempt was made. 

All was so still that he was tempted to slide down and escape for nosound suggested that any one was on the watch. But Jem! Poor Jem! Itwas like leaving him in the lurch. 

Still, he thought, if he did get away, he might give the alarm, and findhelp to save Jem from being taken away. 

"And if they came up and found me gone, " he muttered, "they would takeJem off aboard ship directly, and it would be labour in vain. "

"Oh! Let go!"

The words escaped him involuntarily, for whilst he was pondering, someone had crept into the great loft floor, made a leap, and caught him bythe leg, and, in spite of all his efforts to free himself, the man hungon till, unable to kick free, Don was literally dragged in and fell, after clinging for a moment to the cross-beam, heavily upon the floor. 

"I've got him!" cried a hoarse voice, which he recognised. "Look sharpwith the light. "

Don was on his back half stunned and hurt, and his captor, thesinister-looking man, was sitting upon his chest, half suffocating him, and evidently taking no little pleasure in inflicting pain. 

Footsteps were hurriedly ascending; then there was the glow of alanthorn, and directly after the bluff-looking man appeared, followed bya couple of sailors, one of whom bore the light. "Got him?"

"Ay, ay! I've got him, sir. "

"That's right! But do you want to break the poor boy's ribs? Get off!"

Don's friend, the sinister-looking man, rose grumblingly from hiscaptive's chest, and the bluff man laughed. 

"Pretty well done, my lad, " he said. "I might have known you twoweren't so quiet for nothing. There, cast off that rope, and bring himdown. "

The sinister man gripped Don's arm savagely, causing him intense pain, but the lad uttered no cry, and suffered himself to be led down insilence to floor after floor, till they were once more in the basement. 

"Might have broken your neck, you foolish boy, " said the bluff man, as arough door was opened. "You can stop here for a bit. Don't try anymore games. "

He gave Don a friendly push, and the boy stepped forward once more intoa dark cellar, where he remained despairing and motionless as the doorwas banged behind him, and locked; and then, as the steps died away, heheard a groan. 

"Any one there?" said a faint voice, followed by the mutteredwords, --"Poor Mas' Don. What will my Sally do? What will she do?"

"Jem, I'm here, " said Don huskily; and there was a rustling sound in thefar part of the dark place. 

"Oh! You there, Mas' Don? I thought you'd got away. "

"How could I get away when they had caught you?" said Don, reproachfully. 

"Slid down and run. There was no one there to stop you. Why, I says tomyself when they pounced on me, if I gives 'em all their work to do, they'll be so busy that they won't see Mas' Don, and he'll be able toget right away. Why didn't you slither and go?"

"Because I should have been leaving you in the lurch, Jem; and I didn'twant to do that. "

"Well, I--well, of all--there!--why, Mas' Don, did you feel that way?"

"Of course I did. "

"And you wouldn't get away because I couldn't?"

"That's what I thought, Jem. "

"Well, of all the things I ever heared! Now I wonder whether I shouldhave done like that if you and me had been twisted round; I mean, if youhad gone down first and been caught. "

"Of course you would, Jem. "

"Well, that's what I don't know, Mas' Don. I'm afraid I should havewaited till they'd got off with you, and slipped down and run off. "

"I don't think you'd have left me, Jem. "

"I dunno, my lad. I should have said to myself, I can bring them as 'udhelp get Mas' Don out; and gone. "

Don thought of his own feelings, and remained silent. 

"I say, Mas' Don, though, it's a bad job being caught; but the rope wasmade strong enough, warn't it?"

"Yes, but it was labour in vain. "

"Well, p'r'aps it was, sir; but I'm proud of that rope all the same. Oh!"

Jem uttered a dismal groan. 

"Are you hurt, Jem?"

"Hurt, sir! I just am hurt--horrible. 'Member when I fell down and thetub went over me?"

"And broke your ribs, and we thought you were dead? Yes, I remember. "

"Well, I feel just the same as I did then. I went down and a lot of 'emfell on me, and I was kicked and jumped on till I'm just as if all thehoops was off my staves, Mas' Don; but that arn't the worst of it, because it won't hurt me. I'm a reg'lar wunner to mend again. Younever knew any one who got cut as could heal up as fast as me. See howstrong my ribs grew together, and so did my leg when I got kicked bythat horse. "

"But are you in much pain now?"

"I should just think I am, Mas' Don; I feel as if I was being cut upwith blunt saws as had been made red hot first. "

"Jem, my poor fellow!" groaned Don. 

"Now don't go on like that, Mas' Don, and make it worse. "

"Would they give us a candle, Jem, do you think, if I was to knock?"

"Not they, my lad; and I don't want one. You'd be seeing how queer Ilooked if you got a light. There, sit down and let's talk. "

Don groped along by the damp wall till he reached the place where hiscompanion lay, and then went down on his knees beside him. 

"It seems to be all over, Jem, " he said. 

"Over? Not it, my lad. Seems to me as if it's all just going tobegin. "

"Then we shall be made sailors. "

"S'pose so, Mas' Don. Well, I don't know as I should so much mind if itwarn't for my Sally. A man might just as well be pulling ropes aspushing casks and winding cranes. "

"But we shall have to fight, Jem. "

"Well, so long as it's fisties I don't know as I much mind, but if theyexpect me to chop or shoot anybody, they're mistook. "

Jem became silent, and for a long time his fellow-prisoner felt not theslightest inclination to speak. His thoughts were busy over theirattempted escape, and the risky task of descending by the rope. Then hethought again of home, and wondered what they would think of him, feeling sure that they would believe him to have behaved badly. 

His heart ached as he recalled all the past, and how much his presentposition was due to his own folly and discontent, while, at the end ofevery scene he evoked, came the thought that no matter how he repented, it was too late--too late!

"How are you now, Jem?" he asked once or twice, as he tried to piercethe utter darkness; but there was no answer, and at last he relieved theweariness of his position by moving close up to the wall, so as to leanhis back against it, and in this position, despite all his trouble, hishead drooped forward till his chin rested upon his chest, and he fellfast asleep for what seemed to him only a few minutes, when he startedinto wakefulness on feeling himself roughly shaken. 

"Rouse up, my lad, sharp!"

And looking wonderingly about him, he clapped one hand over his eyes tokeep off the glare of an open lanthorn. 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. 

ON BOARD. 

It was a strange experience, and half asleep and confused, Don couldhardly make out whether he was one of the captives of the press-gang, ora prisoner being conveyed to gaol in consequence of Mike Bannock'scharge. 

All seemed to be darkness, and the busy gang of armed men about himworked in a silent, furtive way, hurrying their prisoners, of whom, asthey all stood together in a kind of yard behind some great gates, thereseemed to be about a dozen, some injured, some angry and scowling, andfull of complaints and threats now that they were about to be conveyedaway; but every angry remonstrance was met by one more severe, andsometimes accompanied by a tap from the butt of a pistol, or a blowgiven with the hilt or flat of a cutlass. 

"This here's lively, Mas' Don, " said Jem, as he stood beside hiscompanion in misfortune. 

"I want to speak to the principal officer, " said Don, excitedly. "Wemust not let them drive us off as if we were sheep. "

"Will you take a bit of good advice, my lad?" said a familiar voice athis ear. 

"If it is good advice, " said Don, sharply. 

"Then hold your tongue, and go quietly. I'll speak to the lieutenantwhen we get aboard. "

Don glanced sharply at the bluff-looking boatswain who had spoken, andhe seemed to mean well; but in Don's excitement he could not be sure, and one moment he felt disposed to make a bold dash for liberty, as soonas the gates were opened, and then to shout for help; the next to appealto his fellow-prisoners to make a bold fight for liberty; and whilethese thoughts were running one over another in his mind, a sharp orderwas given, the gates were thrown open, and they were all marched down anarrow lane, dimly lit by one miserable oil lamp at the end. 

Almost as they reached the end the familiar odour, damp and seaweedy, ofthe tide reached Don's nostrils; and directly after he found himselfbeing hurried down a flight of wet and slippery stone steps to where alanthorn showed a large boat, into which he was hurried along with therest. Then there was the sensation of movement, as the boat rose andfell. Fresh orders. The splash of oars. A faint creaking sound wherethey rubbed on the tholes, and then the regular measured dip, dip, andsplash, splash. 

"Tide runs sharp, " said a deep voice. "Give way, my lads, or we shallbe swept by her; that's it. "

Don listened to all this as if it were part of a dream, while he gazedwildly about at the dimly-seen moving lights and the black, shadowy-looking shapes of the various vessels which kept on looming up, till after gradually nearing a light away to his left, the boat wassuddenly run up close to a great black mass, which seemed to stand upout of the water that was lapping her sides. 

Ten minutes later the boat in which he had come off was hanging to thedavits, and he, in company with his fellows, was being hurried down intoa long low portion of the 'tween decks, with a couple of lanthornsswinging their yellow light to and fro, and trying to make haloes, whilean armed marine stood sentry at the foot of the steps leading up ondeck. 

Every one appeared too desolate and despondent to say much; in fact, asDon sat upon the deck and looked at those who surrounded him, they alllooked like so many wounded men in hospital, or prisoners of war, inplace of being Englishmen--whose duty henceforth was to be the defenceof their country. 

"Seems rum, don't it?" said Jem in a whisper. "Makes a man feel wild tobe laid hold on like this. "

"It's cruel! It's outrageous!" cried Don, angrily. 

"But here we are, and--what's that there noise?" said Jem, as a gooddeal of shouting and trampling was heard on deck. Then there was aseries of thumps and more trampling and loud orders. 

"Are they bringing some more poor wretches on board, Jem?"

"Dunno. Don't think so. Say, Mas' Don, I often heared tell of thepress-gang, and men being took; but I didn't know it was so bad asthis. "

"Wait till morning, Jem, and I hope we shall get justice done to us. "

"Then they'll have to do it sharp, for it's morning now, though it's sodark down here, and I thought we were moving; can't you feel?"

Jem was quite right; the sloop was under weigh. Morning had broken sometime; and at noon that day, the hope of being set at liberty was growingextremely small, for the ship was in full sail, and going due west. 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. 

JEM IS HUNGRY. 

The first time the pressed men were mustered Don was well prepared. 

"You leave it to me, Jem, " he whispered. "I'll wait till our turncomes, and then I shall speak out to the officer and tell him how we'vebeen treated. "

"You'd better make haste, then, Mas' Don, for if the thing keeps onmoving like this, I sha'n't be able to stand and hear what you have tosay. "

For a good breeze was blowing from the south coast, sufficient to makethe waves curl over, and the sloop behave in rather a lively way; themore so that she had a good deal of canvas spread, and heeled over anddipped her nose sufficiently to admit a great wave from time to time towell splash the forward part of the deck. 

Don made no reply, for he felt white, but he attributed it to the mentalexcitement from which he suffered. 

There were thirty pressed men on deck, for the most part old sailorsfrom the mercantile marine, and these men were drafted off into variouswatches, the trouble to the officers being that of arranging the fate ofthe landsmen, who looked wretched in the extreme. 

"'Pon my word, Jones, " said a smart-looking, middle-aged man in uniform, whom Don took to be the first lieutenant, "about as sorry a lot ofBristol sweepings as ever I saw. "

"Not bad men, sir, " said the petty officer addressed. "Wait tillthey've shaken down into their places. "

"Now's your time, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. "Now or never. "

Don was on the alert, but just as the officer neared them the vesselgave a sudden pitch, and of the men standing in a row the minute before, not one remained upon his feet. For it seemed as if the deck hadsuddenly dropped down; and as Don and Jem rolled over into the leescuppers, they were pretty well doused by the water that came splashingover the bows, and when, amidst a shout of laughter from the sailors, the order was given for them to get up and form in line again, Jem clungtightly to Don, and said, dolefully, --

"It's of no use, Mas' Don; I can't. It's like trying to stand onrunning barrels; and--oh, dear me!--I do feel so precious bad. "

Don made no reply, but caught at the side of the vessel, for everythingaround seemed to be swimming, and a peculiarly faint sensation hadattacked him, such as he had never experienced before. 

"There, send 'em all below, " said the officer, who seemed half angry, half-amused. "Pretty way this is, of manning His Majesty's ships. There, down with you. Get 'em all below. "

Don did not know how he got below. He had some recollection of knockingthe skin off his elbows, and being half dragged into a corner of thelower deck, where, for three days, he lay in the most abjectly miserablestate, listening to the sighs and groans of his equally unfortunatecompanions, and the remarks of Jem, who kept up in his waking moments arunning commentary on the miseries of going to sea. 

"It's wuss than anything I ever felt or saw, " he muttered. "I've beenill, and I've been in hospital, but this here's about the most terrible. I say, Mas' Don, how do you feel now?"

"As if I'd give anything to have the ship stopped, for us to be setashore. "

"No, no, you can't feel like that, Mas' Don, because that's exactly howI feel. I am so ill. Well, all I can say is that it serves the captainand the lieutenant and all the rest of 'em jolly well right forpress-ganging me. "

"What do you mean?" said Don, dolefully. 

"Why, that they took all that trouble to bring me aboard to make asailor of me, and they'll never do it. I'm fit to go into a hospital, and that's about all I'm fit for. Sailor? Why, I can't even standupright on the precious deck. "

"Well, my lads, " said a hearty voice just then; "how long are you goingto play at being old women? Come, rouse a bit. "

"No, thankye, sir, " said Jem, in a miserable tone. "Bit? I haven't bitanything since I've been aboard. "

"Then rouse up, and bite something now, " cried the boatswain. "Come, mylad, " he continued, turning to Don, "you've got too much stuff in you tolie about like this. Jump up, and come on deck in the fresh air. "

"I feel so weak, sir; I don't think I could stand. "

"Oh, yes, you can, " said the boatswain. "That's better. If you giveway to it, you'll be here for a week. "

"Are we nearly there, sir?" said Jem, with a groan. 

"Nearly there? You yellow-faced lubber. What do you mean?"

"Where we're going to, " groaned Jem. 

"Nearly there? No. Why?"

"Because I want to go ashore again. I'm no use here. "

"We'll soon make you of some use. There, get up. "

"But aren't we soon going ashore?"

"If you behave yourself you may get a run ashore at the Cape or atSingapore; but most likely you won't leave the ship till we get toChina. "

"China?" said Jem, sitting up sharply. "China?"

"Yes, China. What of that?"

"China!" cried Jem. "Why, I thought we were sailing round to Plymouthor Portsmouth, or some place like that. China?"

"We're going straight away or China, my lad, to be on that station forsome time. "

"And when are we coming back, sir?"

"In about three years. "

"Mas' Don, " said Jem, dolefully; "let's get up on deck, sir, and jumpoverboard, so as to make an end of it. "

"You'd better not, " said the boatswain, laughing at Jem's miserableface. "You're in the king's service now, and you've got to work. There, rouse up, and act like a man. "

"But can't we send a letter home, sir?" asked Don. 

"Oh, yes, if you like, at the first port we touch at, or by any ship wespeak. But come, my lad, you've been sea-sick for days; don't begin tobe home sick. You've been pressed as many a better fellow has beenbefore you. The king wants men, and he must have them. Now, young asyou are, show that you can act like a man. "

Don gave him an agonised look, but the bluff boatswain did not see it. 

"Here, you fellows, " he cried to the rest of the sick men; "we've givenyou time enough now. You must get up and shake all this off. You'llall be on deck in a quarter of an hour, so look sharp. "

"This here's a nice game, Mas' Don. Do you know how I feel?"

"No, Jem; but I know how I feel. "

"How's that, sir?"

"That if I had been asked to serve the king I might have joined a ship;but I've been dragged here in a cruel way, and the very first time I canget ashore, I mean to stay. "

"Well, I felt something like that, Mas' Don; but they'd call itdesertion. "

"Let them call it what they like, Jem. They treated us like dogs, and Iwill not stand it. I shall leave the ship first chance. You can do asyou like, but that's what I mean to do. "

"Oh, I shall do as you do, Mas' Don. I was never meant for a sailor, and I shall get away as soon as I can. "

"Shall you?" said a voice that seemed familiar; and they both turned inthe direction from which it came, to see a dark figure rise from besidethe bulk head, where it had lain unnoticed by the invalids, though ifthey had noted its presence, they would have taken it for one of theirfellow-sufferers. 

"What's it got to do with you?" said Jem, shortly, as he scowled at theman, who now came forward sufficiently near the dim light for them torecognise the grim, sinister-looking sailor, who had played sounpleasant a part at the _rendez-vous_ where they were taken after beingseized. 

"What's it got to do with me? Everything. So you're goin' to desert, both of you, are you? Do you know what that means?"

"No; nor don't want, " growled Jem. 

"Then I'll tell you. Flogging, for sartain, and p'r'aps stringing up atthe yard-arm, as an example to others. "

"Ho!" said Jem; "do it? Well, you look the sort o' man as is bestsuited for that; and just you look here. Nex' time I ketches you spyingand listening to what I say, I shall give you a worse dressing down thanI give you last time, so be off. "

"Mutinous, threatening, and talking about deserting, " said thesinister-looking sailor, with a harsh laugh, which sounded as if he hada young watchman's rattle somewhere in his chest. "Nice thing toreport. I think this will do. "

He went off rubbing his hands softly, and mounted the ladder, Jemwatching him till his legs had disappeared, when he turned sharply toDon. 

"Him and me's going to have a regular set-to some day, Mas' Don. Hemakes me feel warm, and somehow that bit of a row has done me no end o'good. Here, come on deck, and let's see if he's telling tales. Comeon, lad. P'r'aps I've got a word or two to say as well. "

Don had not realised it before, but as he followed Jem, he suddenly woketo the fact that he did not feel so weak and giddy, while, by the timehe was on deck, it as suddenly occurred to him that he could eat somebreakfast. 

"I thought as much, " said Jem. "Lookye there, Mas' Don. Did you eversee such a miserable sneak?"

For there, not half-a-dozen yards away, was the sinister-looking sailortalking to the bluff boatswain. 

"Oh, yes, of course, " said the latter, as he caught sight of therecruits. "So does every man who is pressed, and if he does not say it, he thinks it. There, be off. "

The ill-looking sailor gave Jem an ugly look and went aft, while theboatswain turned to Don. 

"That's right, " he said. "Make a bit of an effort, and you're all thebetter for it. You'll get your sea legs directly. "

"I wish he'd tell us where to get a sea leg o' mutton, Mas' Don, "whispered Jem. "I _am_ hungry. "

"What's that?" said the boatswain. 

"Only said I was hungry, " growled Jem. 

"Better and better. And, now, look here, you two may as well set towork without grumbling. And take my advice; don't let such men as thathear either of you talk about desertion again. It doesn't matter thistime, but, by-and-by, it may mean punishment. "

CHAPTER NINETEEN. 

A CONVERSATION. 

The gale was left behind, and the weather proved glorious as they spedon towards the tropics, both going through all the drudgery to belearned by Government men, in company with the naval drill. 

There was so much to see and learn that Don found it impossible to bemoody; and, for the most part, his homesickness and regrets were feltmerely when he went to his hammock at nights; while the time spentunhappily there was very short, for fatigue soon sent him to sleep. 

The boatswain was always bluff, manly, and kind, and following out hisadvice, both Jem and Don picked up the routine of their life so rapidlyas to gain many an encouraging word from their officers--words which, inspite of the hidden determination to escape at the first opportunity, set them striving harder and harder to master that which they had to do. 

"Yes, " Jem used to say, "they may be civil, but soft words butters noparsnips, Mas' Don; and being told you'll some day be rated AB don'tbring a man back to his wife, nor a boy--I mean another man--back to hismother. "

"You might have said boy, Jem; I'm only a boy. "

"So'm I, Mas' Don--sailor boy. You seem getting your head pretty wellnow, Mas' Don, when we're up aloft. "

"That's what I was thinking of you, Jem. "

"Well, yes, sir, tidy--tidy like, and I s'pose it arn't much worse thancoming down that there rope when we tried to get away; but I often feelwhen I'm lying out on the yard, with my feet in the stirrup, thatthere's a precious little bit between being up there and lying down onthe deck, never to get up again. "

"You shouldn't think of it, Jem. I try not to. "

"So do I, but you can't help it sometimes. How long have we been at seanow?"

"Six months, Jem. "

"Is it now? Don't seem so long. I used to think I should get awaybefore we'd been aboard a week, and it's six months, and we arn't gone. You do mean to go if you get a chance?"

"Yes, Jem, " said Don, frowning. "I said I would, and I will. "

"Arn't it being a bit obstinate like, Mas' Don?"

"Obstinate? What, to do what I said I'd do?"

"Well, p'r'aps not, sir; but it do sound obstinate all the same. "

"You like being a sailor then, Jem?"

"Like it? Being ordered about, and drilled, and sent aloft in roughweather, and all the time my Sally thousands o' miles away? Well, I dowonder at you, Mas' Don, talking like that. "

"It was your own fault, Jem. I can't help feeling as I did. It wassuch a cruel, cowardly way of kidnapping us, and dragging us away, andnever a letter yet to tell us what they think at home, after those Isent. No, Jem, as I've said before, I'd have served the king as avolunteer, but I will not serve a day longer than I can help after beingpressed. "

"T'others seem to have settled down. "

"So do we seem to, Jem; but perhaps they're like us, and only waitingfor a chance to go. "

"Don't talk out loud, Mas' Don. I want to go home: but somehow Isha'n't quite like going when the time does come. "

"Why not?"

"Well, some of the lads make very good messmates, and the officers arn'tbad when they're in a good temper; and I've took to that there hammock, Mas' Don. You can't think of how I shall miss that there hammock. "

"You'll soon get over that, Jem. "

"Yes, sir, dessay I shall; and it will be a treat to sit down at adecent table with a white cloth on, and eat bread and butter like aChristian. "

"Instead of tough salt junk, Jem, and bad, hard biscuits. "

"And what a waste o' time it do seem learning all this sailoring work, to be no use after all. Holy-stoning might come in. I could holy-stoneour floor at home, and save my Sally the trouble, and--" Jem gave agulp, then sniffed very loudly. "Wish you wouldn't talk about home. "

Don smiled sadly, and they were separated directly after. 

The time went swiftly on in their busy life, and though his absence fromhome could only be counted in months, Don had shot up and alteredwonderfully. They had touched at the Cape, at Ceylon, and then made ashort stay at Singapore before going on to their station farther east, and cruising to and fro. 

During that period Don's experience had been varied, but the opportunityhe was always looking for did not seem to come. 

Then a year had passed away, and they were back at Singapore, whereletters reached both, and made them go about the deck looking depressedfor the rest of the week. 

Then came one morning when there was no little excitement on board, thenews having oozed out that the sloop was bound for New Zealand, a placein those days little known, save as a wonderful country of tree-fern, pine, and volcano, where the natives were a fierce fighting race, anddid not scruple to eat those whom they took captive in war. 

"Noo Zealand, eh?" said Jem. 

"Port Jackson and Botany Bay, I hear, Jem, and then on to New Zealand. We shall see something of the world. "

"Ay, so we shall, Mas' Don. Bot'ny Bay! That's where they sends thechaps they transports, arn't it?"

"Yes, I believe so. "

"Then we shall be like transported ones when we get there. You'reright, after all, Mas' Don. First chance there is, let me and you giveup sailoring, and go ashore. "

"I mean to, Jem; and somehow, come what may, we will. "

CHAPTER TWENTY. 

A NATURALISED NEW ZEALANDER. 

Three months had passed since the conversation in the last chapter, whenafter an adverse voyage from Port Jackson, His Majesty's sloop-of-warunder shortened sail made her way slowly towards what was in those daysa land of mystery. 

A stiff breeze was blowing, and the watch were on deck, ready forreducing sail or any emergency. More were ready in the tops, and all onboard watching the glorious scene unfolding before them. 

"I say, Mas' Don, look ye there, " whispered Jem, as they sat together inthe foretop. "If this don't beat Bristol, I'm a Dutchman. "

"Beat Bristol!" said Don contemptuously; "why, it's as different as canbe. "

"Well, I dunno so much about that, " said Jem. "There's that mountainyonder smoking puts one in mind of a factory chimney. And look yondertoo!--there's another one smoking ever so far off. I say, are thoseburning mountains?"

"I suppose so, unless it's steam. But what a lovely place!"

There were orders for shortening sail given just then, and they had nomore opportunity for talking during the next quarter of an hour, when, much closer in, they lay in the top once more, gazing eagerly at theglorious prospect of sea and sky, and verdant land and mountain. Thevessel slowly rounded what appeared to be a headland, and in a shorttime the wind seemed to have dropped, and the sea to have grown calm. It was like entering a lovely lake; and as they went slowly on and on, it was to find that they were forging ahead in a perfect archipelago, with fresh beauties opening up each minute. 

The land was deliciously green, and cut up into valley, hill, andmountain. One island they were passing sent forth into the clear sunnyair a cloud of silvery steam, which floated slowly away, like a whiteensign spread to welcome the newcomers from a civilised land. At theirdistance from the shore it was impossible to make out the individualtrees, but there seemed to be clumps of noble pines some distance in, and the valleys were made ornamental with some kind of feathery growth. 

"Well, all I've got to say, Mas' Don, is this here--Singpore arn't to begrumbled at, and China's all very well, only hot; but if you and me'sgoing to say good-bye to sailoring, let's do it here. "

"That's exactly what I was thinking, Jem, " replied Don. 

"Say, Mas' Don, p'r'aps it arn't for me, being a servant and you a youngmaster, to make remarks. "

"Don't talk nonsense, Jem; we are both common sailors. "

"Well then, sir, as one sailor to another sailor, I says I wish youwouldn't get into bad habits. "

"I wish so too, Jem. "

"There you are again!" said Jem testily. 

"What do you mean?"

"Why, so sure as I thinks something sensible and good, you alwaysketches me up and says you had thought it before. "

"Nonsense, Jem! Well, have it your way. I quite agree with you. "

"No, I won't, sir; you're master. Have it your way. I quite agree withyou. Let's go ashore here. "

"If you can get the chance, Jem. --How lovely it looks!"

"Lovely's nothing to it, sir. Mike used to brag about what he'd seen inforeign countries, but he never see anything to come up to this. "

"I don't think any one could see a more beautiful place, Jem. "

"But I don't like the look o' that, sir. "

"Of what?"

"That there yonder. That smoke. "

"What, on that little island? No, Jem; it's steam. "

"Well, don't you know what that means?"

"No. "

"Then I've got something at last as you arn't got first!" cried Jemexcitedly, as he sheltered his eyes from the glare of the sun. "Yes;that's it's, sure. Cooking!"

"Cooking? What's cooking?"

"That place where the steam is, Mas' Don. I say, you know what they dohere? That's the place where they do it. "

"Do what?"

"Cook people. That's the spot, safe. "

"Nonsense!" said Don laughing. 

"Ah! You may call it nonsense, Mas' Don; but if them sort o' things isdone here, I think we'd better stop on board. "

Just at that moment the captain, who was busy with his spyglassexamining the place and looking for a snug anchorage, suddenly gave anorder, which was passed on, and with the rapidity customary on board aman-of-war, the stout boarding nettings, ready for use on an emergency, were triced up to the lower rigging, so that before long the vessel, from its bulwarks high up toward the lower yards, presented theappearance of a cage. 

While this was going on, others of the men stood to their arms, gunswere cast loose and loaded, and every precaution taken against asurprise. 

The reason for all this was that quite a fleet of long canoes, propelledby paddles, suddenly began to glide out from behind one of the islands, each canoe seeming to contain from eighty to a hundred men. 

The effect was beautiful, for the long, dark vessels, with theirgrotesque, quaintly carved prows and sterns, seemed to be like somestrange living creatures working along paths of silver, so regularlywent the paddles, turning the sea into lines of dazzling light. 

The men were armed with spears and tomahawks, and as they came nearer, some could be seen wearing black feathers tipped with white stuck intheir hair, while their dark, nearly naked bodies glistened in the sunlike bronze. 

"Are they coming to attack us, Jem?" said Don, who began to feel astrange thrill of excitement. 

"Dessay they'd like to, Mas' Don; but it strikes me they'd think twiceabout it. Why, we could sail right over those long thin boats oftheirs, and send 'em all to the bottom. "

Just then there was an order from the deck, and more sail was taken in, till the ship hardly moved, as the canoes came dashing up, the men ofthe foremost singing a mournful kind of chorus as they paddled on. 

"Ship ahoy!" suddenly came from the first canoe. "What ship's that?"

"His Majesty's sloop-of-war _Golden Danae_, " shouted back the firstlieutenant from the chains. "Tell your other boats to keep back, or weshall fire. "

"No, no, no: don't do that, sir! They don't mean fighting, " came backfrom the boat; and a big savage, whose face was blue with tattooing, stood up in the canoe, and then turned and spoke to one of hiscompanions, who rose and shouted to the occupants of the other canoes tocease paddling. 

"Speaks good English, sir, " said the lieutenant to the captain. 

"Yes. Ask them what they want, and if it's peace. "

The lieutenant shouted this communication to the savage in the canoe. 

"Want, sir?" came back; "to trade with you for guns and powder, and tocome aboard. "

"How is it you speak good English?"

"Why, what should an Englishman speak?"

"Then you are not a savage?"

"Now do I look like one?" cried the man indignantly. 

"Of course; I forgot--I'm an Englishman on a visit to the country, andI've adopted their customs, sir--that's all. "

"Oh, I see, " said the lieutenant, laughing; "ornaments and all. "

"May they come aboard, sir?"

"Oh, yes; if they leave their arms. "

The man communicated this to the occupants of the boat, and there was agood deal of excited conversation for a time. 

"That fellow's a runaway convict for certain, sir, " said the lieutenant. "Shall we get him aboard, and keep him?"

"No. Let him be. Perhaps he will prove very useful. "

"The chiefs say it isn't fair to ask them to come without their arms, "said the tattooed Englishman. "How are they to know that you will notbe treacherous?"

"Tell them this is a king's ship, and if they behave themselves theyhave nothing to fear, " said the captain. "Stop! Six of them can comeaboard armed if they like. You can lead them and interpret. "

"I'll tell them, sir; but I won't come aboard, thank you. I'm a bit ofa savage now, and the crew might make remarks, and we should quarrel. "

He turned to the savages, and the captain and lieutenant exchangedglances, while directly after the canoe was run alongside, andhalf-a-dozen of the people sprang up the side, and were admitted throughthe boarding netting to begin striding about the deck in the mostfearless way. 

They were fine, herculean-looking fellows, broad-shouldered andhandsome, and every man had his face tattooed in a curious scroll-likepattern, which ended on the sides of his nose. 

Their arms were spears and tomahawks, and two carried by a stout thongto the wrist a curiously carved object, which looked like a model of apaddle in pale green stone, carefully polished, but which on closerinspection seemed to be a weapon for using at close quarters. 

As they paraded the deck, with their quick eyes grasping everything, they made no scruple about placing their faces close to those of thesailors, and then drawing themselves up with a conscious look ofsatisfaction and self-esteem, as they compared their physique with thatof their visitors. 

One of them, a great fellow of about six feet three, and stout andmuscular in proportion, stopped suddenly in front of Jem, at whom heseemed to frown, and turned to Don, upon whose chest he laid the back ofhis hand. 

"Pakeha, " he said in a deep voice; "Ngati pakeha. "

"Tell him he's another, Mas' Don, " said Jem. 

The savage turned fiercely upon Jem, gripping Don's arm the while. 

"Pakeha, " he said; "Ngati pakeha. Maori pakeha. My pakeha!"

Then to Don--"You my pakeha. Give me powder--gun. "

"Don't you wish you may get it, old chap?" said Jem. "Wants you to givehim powder and gun. "

The savage nodded approval. 

"Yes, " he said; "powder-gun--you give. "

A call from one of his companions summoned the savage away, and hejoined them to partake of some rum and water, which the captain had hadprepared on their behalf. 

"Won't you come up and have some rum?" said the lieutenant to thetattooed Englishman in the boat. 

"No, thank you; but you may send me down the bottle if you like, sir. Look here! Shall I show you where you can anchor?"

The lieutenant glanced at his superior officer, and in answer to his nodturned to the man again. 

"Can you show us a safe anchorage?"

"I can show you half-a-dozen, all safe, " said the man. "When you like, I'll lead the way. "

"A boat shall follow you, and take soundings. "

The first cutter was manned with a well-armed crew, and the lieutenantstepped in--Don and Jem being two of the number. 

The tattooed Englishman shouted something to the men busy on the ship, and they unwillingly left the deck, slipped down into their canoe, andthis led off, followed by the first cutter. 

"Give way, my lads!" said the lieutenant; "and mind this: there must beno straying off in any shape whatever--that is, if we land. Thesefellows seem friendly, but we are only a few among hundreds, and Isuppose you know what your fate would be if they got the upper hand. "

"Make tattooed chiefs of us seemingly, sir, " said Jem. 

"Or hot joints, " said the officer laconically. "Ready there with thatlead. "

The men rowed steadily on after the first canoe, and the man with thelead kept on making casts, but getting no bottom except at an excessivedepth, as they went on, the scene growing more beautiful as each pointwas passed. The other canoes followed, and a curious thrill ran throughDon, as he felt how helpless they would be if the savages provedtreacherous, for the boat and her crew could have been overpowered atonce; and the lieutenant was evidently uneasy, as he saw that they weretaken right round to the back of a small island, gradually losing sightof the ship. 

But he had his duty to do, and keeping a strict watch, after passing theword to his men to have their arms ready, he made them row on, with thelead going all the time. 

It was a curious experience, and Don's heart beat as he thought of thepossibility of escaping from the boat, and taking to the shore, wondering the while what would be the consequences. The man in theleading canoe was evidently well treated, and quite one in authority;and if they landed and joined these people, why should not he and Jembecome so too?

These were a few of the passing thoughts suggested by the novelty andbeauty of the place, which seemed ten times more attractive to those whohad been for months cooped up on shipboard; but the toil in which he wasengaged kept Don from taking more than a casual glance ashore. 

Bosun Jones sat at the tiller side by side with the lieutenant, andscraps of their conversation reached Don's ears. 

"Well, sir, " said the former, "as you say, we're out of the reach of thesloop's guns; but if anything happens to us, we may be sure that thecaptain will take pretty good revenge. "

"And a deal of good that will do us, Jones, " said the lieutenant. "Ibelieve that scoundrel is leading us into a trap. "

"If he is, sir, I hope for one chance at him, " said the boatswain; "Idon't think I should miss my man. "

The leading canoe went on for quite a quarter of a mile after they hadpassed out of sight of the ship, the cutter following and takingsoundings all the way, till they seemed to be quite shut in by highland, and the water was as smooth as a lake. 

There, about five hundred yards from the shore, the canoe stopped, andalmost at the same moment the water shallowed, so that the man in thebows got soundings in ten fathoms; directly after, nine; then eight; andeight again, at which depth the water seemed to remain. 

"Come, that's honest leading!" said the lieutenant, brightening; "assnug a berth as a ship could be in. Why, Jones, what a position for aport!"

"This do, sir?" shouted the tattooed Englishman. "You'll be quite inshelter here, and the water keeps the same right up to the shore. "

A few more soundings were taken, and then the boat returned to the ship, which made her way in and anchored before night, with the canoes hangingabout, and some of the chiefs eagerly besieging the gangway to beallowed on deck. But special precautions were taken; sentries weredoubled; and, as if feeling that the fate of all on board depended uponhis stringent regulations, the captain only allowed about half-a-dozenof the savage-looking people to come on board at a time. 

By a little management Don had contrived that Jem should have thehammock next to his; and that night, with the soft air playing inthrough the open port-hole, they listened to the faint sounds on shore, where the savages were evidently feasting, and discussed in a whisperthe possibility of getting away. 

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. 

AN INVITATION. 

It seemed to Don that the object of the captain in coming to New Zealandwas to select and survey portions of the coast for a new settlement; andfor the next few days well-armed boat parties were out in all directionssounding, and in two cases making short journeys inland. 

"I say, " said Jem one morning, as he and Don stood gazing over the sideof the ship at the verdant shores. 

"Well, Jem, what do you say?"

"Has that ugly-looking chap Ramsden been telling tales about us?"

"I don't know; why?"

"Because here's a fortnight we've been at anchor, and since the firstday neither of us has been out in a boat. "

"Hasn't been our turn, Jem. "

"Well, p'r'aps not, sir; but it do seem strange. Just as if theythought we should slip away. "

"And I suppose we've given up all such thoughts as that now. "

"Oh, have we?" said Jem sarcastically; and then there was silence for atime, till Jem, who had been watching the steam rise from the littleisland about a quarter of a mile away, exclaimed, "Wonder what's beingcooked over yonder, Mas' Don. I know; no, I don't. Thought it waswashing day, but it can't be, for they don't hardly wear any clothes. "

"It's volcanic steam, Jem. Comes out of the earth. "

"Get along with you, Mas' Don. Don't get spinning yarns. "

"I'm telling you the truth, Jem. "

"Are you, sir? Well, p'r'aps it's what you think is the truth, I say, arn't it lovely out here? How I should like to have a cottage just onthat there point, and my Sally to keep it tidy. Hullo! What's up?"

The boatswain's shrill pipe was heard just then, and a boat's crew wassummoned to take an exploring party ashore. 

To Don's great delight, he and Jem formed part of the boat's crew; andat last he felt that he was to see something of the beautiful place, which grew more attractive every time he scanned the coast. 

This time the captain was going to land; and, as the men were providedwith axes, it seemed that they were about to make their way into thewoods. 

The natives had been most friendly, bringing off and receiving presents;but, all the same, no precautions were omitted to provide for the safetyof the ship and crew. 

It was a glorious morning, with hardly a breath of wind stirring, andthe savages were lolling about on the shore. Their canoes were run upon the sands, and there was an aspect of calm and repose everywhere thatseemed delightful. 

But the boat's crew had little time given them for thinking. Thecaptain and a midshipman of about Don's age took their places in thestern sheets, Bosun Jones seized the tiller, the word was given, theoars splashed the water simultaneously, and the boat sped over the calmsurface of the transparent sea, sending the shoals of fish darting away. 

The boat's head was set in quite a fresh direction, and she was runashore a little way from the mouth of a rushing river, whose waters camefoaming down through blocks of pumice and black masses of volcanicstone. 

As the boat's head touched the shore, the men leaped over right andleft, and dragged her a short distance up the black glistening heavysand, so that the captain could land dry-shod. 

Then preparations were made, arms charged, and Bosun Jones gave Don afriendly nod before turning to the captain. 

"Will you have this lad, sir, to carry a spare gun for you?"

"Yes, " said the captain; "a good plan;" and Don's eyes sparkled. "No, "said the captain the next moment; "he is only a boy, and the walkingwill be too hard for him. Let him and another stay with the boat. "

Don's brow clouded over with disappointment, but it cleared a littledirectly after as he found that Jem was to be his companion; and as theparty marched off toward where the forest came down nearly to the sea, they, in obedience to their orders, thrust the boat off again, climbedin, and cast out her grapnel a few fathoms from the shore. 

"I am disappointed, " said Don, after they had sat in the boat some time, watching their companions till they had disappeared. 

"Oh, I dunno, Mas' Don; we've got some beef and biscuit, and somewhereto sit down, and nothing to do. They, poor fellows, will come back hotand tired out. "

"Yes; but's it's so dull here. "

"Well, I dunno 'bout that, " said Jem, looking lazily round at theglorious prospect of glistening sea, island and shore, backed up bymountains; "I call it just lovely. "

"Oh, it's lovely enough, Jem; but I want to go ashore. "

"Now if you call my cottage dull inside the yard gates at Bristol, I'mwith you, Mas' Don; but after all there's no place like home. "

There was a dead silence, during which Don sat gazing at a group of thesavages half-a-mile away, as they landed from a long canoe, and ran itup the beach in front of one of the native _whares_ or dwellings. 

"Why, Jem!" Don exclaimed suddenly, "why not now?"

"Eh?" said Jem, starting from watching a large bird dive down with asplash in the silvery water, and then rise again with a fish in itsbeak; "see that, Mas' Don?"

"Yes, yes, " exclaimed Don impatiently; "why not now?"

"Why not now, Mas' Don?" said Jem, scratching his head; "is that whatyou call a connundydrum?"

"Don't be stupid, man. I say, why not now?"

"Yes, I heared you say so twice; but what does it mean?"

"We're quite alone; we have a boat and arms, with food and water. Whynot escape now?"

"Escape, Mas' Don? What, run away now at once--desert?"

"It is not running away, Jem; it is not deserting. They have robbed usof our liberty, and we should only be taking it back. "

"Ah, they'd preach quite a different sarmon to that, " said Jem, shakinghis head. 

"Why, you are never going to turn tail?"

"Not I, Mas' Don, when the time comes; but it don't seem to have comeyet. "

"Why, the opportunity is splendid, man. "

"No, Mas' Don, I don't think so. If we take the boat, 'fore we've gonefar they'll ketch sight of us aboard, and send another one to fetch usback, or else make a cock-shy of us with the long gun. "

"Then let's leave the boat. "

"And go ashore, and meet our messmates and the captain. "

"Go in another direction. "

"Out of the frying-pan into the fire, " said Jem, grinning. "Say, Mas'Don, how do they cook their food?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Jem; that's only a traveller's tale. I believethe people here will behave kindly to us. "

"Till we got fat, " said Jem, chuckling; "and then they'd have a tuckout. No, thank ye, Mas' Don; my Sally wouldn't like it. You see, I'mnice and plump and round now, and they'd soon use me. You're a greatlong growing boy, thin as a lath, and it'd take years to make you fit tokill, so as it don't matter for you. "

"There is a chance open to us now for escape, " said Don bitterly; "toget right away, and journey to some port, where we could get a passageto England as sailors, and you treat it with ridicule. "

"Not I, Mas' Don, lad. "

"You do, Jem. Such a chance may never occur again; and I shall never behappy till I have told my mother what is the real truth about our goingaway. "

"But you did write it to her, Mas' Don. "

"Write! What is writing to speaking? I thought you meant to stand byme. "

"So I do, Mas' Don, when a good chance comes. It hasn't come yet. "

"Ahoy!"

A hail came out of the dense growth some fifty yards away. 

"There, " said Jem, "you see we couldn't get off; some one coming back. "

"Ahoy!" came again; "boat ahoy!"

"Ahoy! Ahoy!" shouted back Jem, and the two boat-keepers watched themoving ferns in front of them, expecting to see the straw hat of amessmate directly; but instead there appeared the black white-tippedfeathers, and then the hideously tattooed bluish face of a savage, followed directly after by another, and two stalwart men came out on tothe sands, and began to walk slowly down toward the boat. 

"Cock your pistol, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, "quiet-like; don't let 'emsee. They've got their spears and choppers. Precious ready too withtheir _ahoys_. "

"Why, it's that tattooed Englishman, Jem, and that savage who called mehis pakeha. "

"And like his impudence!" said Jem. "You're right though, so it is. "

"Morning, mate, " said the Englishman, who, save that he was a littlelighter in colour than his hideous-looking companion, could hardly bedistinguished from him. 

"Morning, my hearty, " said Jem. "What is it? Want a passage home?"

"Do I want what?" growled the man. "Not I; too well off here. "

"Wouldn't be safe to go back, p'r'aps, " said Jem meaningly. 

The man darted a fierce look at him, which told that the shaft had hitits mark. 

"Never you mind about that, " he said surlily. 

"But you are a lifer, and have run away, haven't you?" continued Jem, ina bantering tone. 

The man's aspect was for the moment so fierce that Don involuntarilystole his hand towards the pistol at his side. But his countenancesoftened directly after. 

"That's neither here nor there, mate, " said the man. "There's beenchaps sent out abroad who were innocent, and others who have beenpunished more than they deserved; and you aren't the sort of fellow togo talking like that, and making trouble for a fellow who never did youany harm. "

"Not I, " said Jem; "it's no business of mine. "

"And he isn't the fellow to make trouble, " put in Don. 

"That he isn't, " said the man, smiling. "'Sides I'm a Maori chief now, and I've got a couple of hundred stout fellows who would fight for me. Eh, Ngati?" he said, addressing some words in the savage tongue. 

"Pah, ha, ha!" roared the great fellow beside him, brandishing hisspear; and seizing the greenstone paddle-like weapon, which hung fromhis neck, in his left hand, as he struck an attitude, turned up his eyestill the whites only were visible, distorted his face hideously, andthrust out his great tongue till it was far below his chin. 

"Brayvo! Brayvo! Brayvo!" cried Jem, hammering the side of the boat;"brayvo, waxworks! I say, mate, will he always go off like that whenyou pull the string?"

"Yes, " said the Englishman, laughing; "and two hundred more like him. "

"Then it must be a werry pretty sight indeed; eh, Mas' Don?"

"Ah, it's all very well to laugh, " said the Englishman good-humouredly;"but when they mean mischief, it's heads off and a feast. "

"Eh?" cried Jem. 

"They'll kill a man, and cook him and eat him after. "

"Gammon!"

"Gammon, eh?" cried the Englishman; and he turned to his savagecompanion with a word or two. 

The savage relapsed into his former quiescent state, uttered a loudgrunt, and smacked his lips. 

"And so you do do that sort of thing?" said Jem, grinning. "You look inpretty good condition, mate. "

"No!" said the Englishman fiercely. "I've joined them, and married, andI'm a pakeha Maori and a great chief, and I've often fought for them;but I've never forgotten what I am. "

"No offence meant, old chap, " said Jem; and then from behind his hand hewhispered to Don, --

"Look out, my lad; they mean the boat. "

"No, we don't, " said the Englishman, contemptuously; "if we did we couldhave it. Why, I've only to give the word, and a hundred fellows wouldbe out in a canoe before you knew where you were. No, my lad, it'speace; and I'm glad of a chance, though I'm happy enough here, to have atalk to some one from the old home. Never was in the west country, Isuppose? I'm an Exeter man. "

"I've been in Exeter often, " said Don eagerly; "we're from Bristol. "

The Englishman waded rapidly into the sea, his Maori companion dashingin on the other side of the boat, and Jem and Don seized their pistols. 

"Didn't I tell you it was peace?" said the Englishman, angrily. "I onlywanted to shake hands. "

"Ho!" said Jem, suspiciously, as their visitor coolly seated himself onthe gunwale of the boat, his follower taking the opposite side, so as topreserve the balance. 

"Enough to make you think we meant wrong, " said the Englishman; "but wedon't. Got any tobacco, mate?"

"Yes, " said Jem, producing his bag. "'Tarn't very good. Say, Mas' Don, if he came to see us in Bristol, we could give him a bit o' real oldCharlestown, spun or leaf. "

"Could you, though?" said the man, filling his pipe. 

"Yes; my uncle is a large sugar and tobacco merchant, " said Don. 

"Then how came you to be a sailor boy? I know, you young dog; you ranaway. Well, I did once. "

"No, no, " said Don, hastily; "we did not ran away; we were pressed. "

"Pressed?" said the Englishman, pausing in the act of striking a lighton one of the thwarts of the boat. 

"You needn't believe unless you like, " said Jem, sourly, "but we were;dragged off just as if we were--well, never mind what. Feel here. "

He bent forward, took the man's hand, and placed it upon the back of hishead. 

"That's a pretty good scar, isn't it? Reg'lar ridge. "

"Yes; that was an ugly crack, mate. "

"Well, that's what I got, and a lot beside. Young Mas' Don here, too, was awfully knocked about. "

"And you stood it?"

"Stood it?" said Don, laughing. "How could we help it?"

"Made you be sailors, eh, whether you would or no?"

"That's it, " said Jem. 

"Well, you can do as you like, " said the man; "but I know what I shoulddo if they'd served me so. "

"Cutoff?" said Jem. 

"That's it, mate. I wouldn't ha' minded being a sailor, but not be madeone whether I liked or no. "

"You weren't a sailor, were you?" said Don. 

"I? No; never mind what I was. "

"Then we had better cut off, Mas' Don, " said Jem, grinning till his eyeswere shut; "and you and me 'll be painted like he is in fast colours, and you shall be a chief, and I'll be your head man. "

"To be sure, " said the Englishman; "and you shall have a wife. "

"Eh?" cried Jem fiercely; "that I just won't. And, Mas' Don, if we everdo get back, don't you never say a word to my Sally about this here. "

"No, Jem, not I. "

"But you'll leave the ship, mate?"

"Well, I dunno, " said Jem, thoughtfully. "Will that there pattern allover your face and chest wash off?"

"Wash off? No. "

"Not with pearl-ash or soda?"

"No, not unless you skinned me, " said the man, laughing. 

"Well, that part arn't tempting, is it, Mas' Don?"

Don shook his head. 

"And then about that other part, old chap--cannibalism? I say, that'sgammon, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why, you know--the cooking a fellow and eating him. How dull you are!"

"Dull? You be here a few years among these people, talking their lingo, and not seeing an Englishman above once in two years, and see if youwouldn't be dull. "

"But is that true?"

"About being cannibals? Yes it's true enough, " said the man seriously;"and very horrid it is; but it's only when there's war. "

He had succeeded in striking a light now, and was smoking placidlyenough on the boat's edge, but dreamily thoughtful, as if he wererecalling matters that were past. 

"Has he ever--been at war?" said Don, altering the fashion of hisinquiry when it was half uttered. 

"Often. "

"And--? You know, " said Jem, who felt no delicacy about the matter. 

The Englishman nodded his head slowly, and sent forth a tremendous puffof smoke, while his companion moved toward Don, and smiled at him, tapping him on the shoulder with his hand, and seeming to nod approval. 

"Pakeha!" he said, excitedly; "my pakeha; Maori pakeha. "

"What does he mean by that?" said Don, after he had suffered theseattentions patiently for a few minutes. 

"Means he wants you to be his pakeha. "

"Yes: my pakeha; Maori pakeha!" cried the chief eagerly. 

"But what is a pakeha?"

"Why, you're a pakeha, I'm a pakeha. They call foreigners pakehas; andhe wants to claim you as his. "

"What, his slave?" cried Don. 

"No, no; he means his foreign brother. If you become his pakeha, hewill be bound to fight for you. Eh, Ngati?"

The savage gave vent to a fierce shout, and went through his formerperformance, but with more flourish, as if he were slaying numbers ofenemies, and his facial distortion was hideous. 

"Well, when I was a little un, and went to school, " said Jem, "I used toget spanks if I put out my tongue. Seems as if it's a fine thing to doout here. "

"Yes; it's a way they have when they're going to fight, " said theEnglishman thoughtfully. "S'pose it would mean trouble if I were to setyou on to do it; but it wouldn't be at all bad for me if you were bothof you to leave the ship and come ashore. "

"To be cooked?" said Jem. 

"Bah! Stuff! They'd treat you well. Youngster here's all right; Ngatiwould make him his pakeha. "

"My pakeha, " cried the chief, patting Don again. "Much powder; muchgun. "

"Pupil of mine, " said the Englishman, smiling; "I taught him our lingo. "

"What does he mean?" said Don; "that he'd give me a big gun and plentyof powder?"

The Englishman laughed. 

"No, no; he wants you to bring plenty of guns and powder ashore with youwhen you come. "

"When I come!" said Don, thoughtfully. 

"I sha'n't persuade you, my lad; but you might do worse. You'd be allright with us; and there are Englishmen here and there beginning tosettle. "

"And how often is there a post goes out for England?"

"Post? For England? Letters?"

"Yes. "

"I don't know; I've been here a long time now, and I never had a letterand I never sent one away. "

"Then how should I be able to send to my Sally. "

"Dunno, " said the man. "There, you think it over. Ngati here will beready to take care of you, youngster; and matey here shall soon have achief to take care of him. "

"I don't know so much about that, " said Jem. "I should be ready enoughto come ashore, but you've got some precious unpleasant ways out here aswouldn't suit me. "

"You'd soon get used to them, " said the Englishman, drily; "and afterleading a rough life, and being bullied by everybody, it isn't half badto be a chief, and have a big canoe of your own, and make people do asyou like. "

"But then you're a great powerful man, " said Don. "They'd obey you, butthey wouldn't obey me. "

"Oh, yes, they would, if you went the right way to work. It isn't onlybeing big. They're big, much bigger all round than Englishmen, andstronger and more active. They're not afraid of your body, but of yourmind; that's what they can't understand. If I was to write downsomething on a bit of wood or a leaf--we don't often see paper here--andgive it to you to read, and you did the same to me, that gets over them:it's a wonder they can't understand. And lots of other things we knoware puzzles to them, and so they think us big. You consider it over abit, my lad; and if you decide to run for it, I'll see as you don't cometo no harm. "

"And him too?"

"Oh, yes; he shall be all right too; I'll see to that. "

"Shouldn't be too tempting for 'em, eh? Should I?" said Jem. 

"Not for our tribes here, " said the Englishman, laughing; "but I may aswell be plain with you. If we went to war with some of the others, andthey got hold of you--"

"Say, Mas' Don, " said Jem interrupting the speaker, "I don't like beinga sort of white nigger aboard ship, and being kept a prisoner, and toldit's to serve the king; but a man can go into the galley to speak to thecook without feeling that he's wondering which jynte of you he shall usefirst. No thankye; it's a werry lovely country, but I want to get hometo my Sally some day; and if we cut and run here, I'm afraid I nevershould. "

"You turn it over in your own minds, both of you, my lads. There, mypipe's out, and I think we'll go. Stop here long?"

"Do you mean the ship, or here with the boat?"

"Here with the boat, " said the Englishman, holding out his hand. 

"Till our party comes back, " said Jem. 

"I may see you again, " said the Englishman; and shaking hands, he said afew words to his companion, and then began to wade ashore. 

The savage smiled and shook hands in turn, after which he patted Don onthe shoulder again. 

"My pakeha, " he said, sharply; "Maori pakeha--my. "

He followed his leader; and Don and Jem watched them till theydisappeared amongst the abundant growth. 

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO. 

DON'S DECISION. 

"It's tempting, Jem, " said Don. 

"Yes, Mas' Don; and it's untempting, too. I had a book once aboutmanners and customs of foreign parts, but it didn't say things so plainas you've found 'em here. "

"Yes, I'm afraid it won't do, Jem. Even if we got away from the ship, it might be to a life that would be worse. "

"That's it, sir, as I said afore, `out of the frying-pan into the fire. 'Wonder how long they'll be 'fore they come back. "

"Not till sundown. I say, shall we try it or sha'n't we?"

Jem scratched his head, and seemed to be hesitating. 

"I don't know what to say, Jem. If they treated us well on board, Ishould be disposed to say let's put up with our life till we get backhome. "

"But then they don't treat us well, Mas' Don. I don't grumble to you, but it's a reg'lar dog's life I lead; bully and cuss and swear at you, and then not even well fed. "

"But we are to be paid for it, Jem, " said Don, bitterly. 

"Paid, Mas' Don!" replied Jem, contemptuously. "What paying will makeup for what we go through?"

"And I suppose we should have prize-money if we fought and took a Frenchship. "

"But then we're sent right out here, Mas' Don, where there's no Frenchships to fight; and if there were, the prize-money is shared among themas aren't killed. "

"Of course. "

"Well, how do we know as we shouldn't be killed? No, Mas' Don, theydon't behave well to us, and I want to get home again, and so do you. "

"Yes, Jem. "

"P'r'aps it's cowardly, and they'll call it desertion. "

"Yes, Jem. "

"But we sha'n't be there to hear 'em call it so. "

"No, Jem. "

"Therefore it don't matter, Mas' Don; I've thought this all overhundreds o' times when you've been asleep. "

"And I've thought it over, Jem, hundreds of times when you've beenasleep. "

"There you go again, sir, taking the ideas out of a man's brain. Youshouldn't, Mas' Don. I always play fair with you. "

"Yes, of course you do. "

"Well, then, you ought to play fair with me. Now look here, Mas' Don, "continued Jem, seating himself on the gunwale of the boat, so as to lethis bare feet hang in the water. 

"'Ware sharks, Jem, " said Don quickly. 

Jem was balanced on the edge, and at those words he threw himselfbackward with his heels in the air, and after he had struggled up withsome difficulty, he stood rubbing his head. 

"Where 'bouts--where 'bouts, sir?"

"I did not see a shark, Jem, but the place swarms with them, and Ithought it was a risk. "

"Well, I do call that a trick, " grumbled Jem. "Hit my nut such a whack, I did, and just in the worst place. "

"Better than having a leg torn off, Jem. Well, what were you going tosay?"

"Bottom of the boat's nearly knocked it all out of my head, " said Jem, rubbing the tender spot. "What I meant to say was that I was stolen. "

"Well, I suppose we may call it so. "

"Stolen from my wife, as I belongs to. "

"Yes, Jem. "

"And you belongs to your mother and your Uncle Josiah, so you wasstolen, too. "

"Yes, Jem, if you put it in that way, I suppose we were. "

"Well, then, " said Jem triumphantly, "they may call it cowardly, ordesertion, or what they like; but what I say is this, a man can't bedoing wrong in taking stolen goods back to them as they belong to. "

"No, Jem, I s'pose not. "

"Very well then, Mas' Don; the question is this--Will you or won't you?"

"I will, Jem. "

"First chance?"

"Yes, I am decided. "

"That's a bargain then, my lad. So shake hands on it. Why! How roughand hard and tarry your hands have grown!"

"Look out, Jem!"

Don caught hold of the grapnel rope ready to haul up and get away fromthe shore, but Jem seized his hand. 

"It's all right, Mas' Don. Only them two running back with a basket, and I'm in that sort o' way of thinking that they've only got to coax mea bit, and swear as there shall be no tattooing and meat-pie nonsense, and I'd go ashore with them now. "

"No, Jem, that would not do till we know a little more of them, and Ican't help hesitating now it comes to the point. "

"That's just what I felt, Mas' Don, " said Jem, with a perplexed look onhis face. 

"Come, Jem, who's stealing some one else's ideas now?"

"Like fruit?" said the tattooed Englishman, coming down to the water'sedge. 

"That depends, " said Jem, dubiously. "What is it?"

"Karaka, " said their new friend, offering a basket of an olive-likefruit. 

"Good to eat?"

"Yes; try it. "

"S'pose you eat some first, " said Jem suspiciously. 

The Englishman laughed, and took some of the fruit, and began to chewit. 

"Afraid these would drug you so that I could steal the boat?"

"I didn't know, " said Jem sulkily. "Wouldn't be the first who hasstolen a boat, I suppose. "

Don took some of the berries, and began to eat, and this emboldened Jem, who tasted one in a very suspicious and doubting way. 

"Hullo!" he said, with his countenance brightening; "know what thesehere taste like, Mas' Don?"

"Very mellow apple?"

"No; like the medlars that grew in my grandmother's garden. "

"That's right!" said the Englishman; and his New Zealand companion beganto select the best and ripest of the fruit from the basket and handedthem to Don, watching him eat with what was meant for a pleasant smile;but as his face resembled one that had been carved in a piece ofmahogany, and afterwards ornamented with streaks and scrolls, the effectwas more repellent than attractive. 

"My pakeha, " said the great fellow with a childlike show ofsatisfaction; and he looked from one to the other and laughed. 

"Here, he's took to you regular, youngster; only look out, for he'llwant _utu_ for it some time. Eh, Ngati? Utu?"

"_Utu_, _utu_" said the chief, smiling. 

"What's utu?" said Jem, in a surly tone. 

"Payment. "

"Oh, then we'll give him a bit of 'bacco. "

He offered the New Zealander his tobacco-bag, which was quietly annexedwith a smile. 

"There, we'll leave you the fruit. They're good eating, my lads, and ifat any time before you go, you feel disposed to settle down with us, there's plenty of room, and it won't be very long before you'll growinto chiefs. "

He nodded, and then said a few words to his companion, who smiled at thetwo strangers in turn, after which they went off together into theforest, and were gone. 

"Ugh!" ejaculated Jem. "Don't know whether it arn't safer aboard shipafter all. "

"Why do you say that?" cried Don. 

"Because whenever that black chap looks at me, he gives me the shivers. "

"Why?"

"Seems to me that he's too fond of you, Mas' Don, and as if he wasthinking how good you'd be. "

"Nonsense!" cried Don, who was enjoying the fruit. "Have some more ofthese. I wonder whether there are any more good kinds of fruit growashore. "

"Sure to be. "

"Do you think if we left the ship, Jem, and found our way right alongthe coast to some place where we could live till the ship had gone, andthen wait till another ship came, we could get enough to eat?"

"Dessay we could. "

"Because if we did, we should be quite independent, and could do as weliked. "

"To be sure, that's the way it seems to me; but just now, Mas' Don, Ican only think of one thing. "

"What's that, Jem?"

"How to get a bit of sleep, for the sun has made me as drowsy as abeedle. "

"Well, then, sit down and sleep. "

Jem wanted no persuasion, and in five minutes he was breathing veryheavily, while Don sat watching the beauties of nature, the clouds ofsteam floating above the volcanic island, the wondrous sheen of the seain the sun, the great lace-like tree-ferns which drooped over the mossygrowth at the forest edge, and the beautiful butterflies which floatedabout like gaily-painted flowers in the golden light. 

Every now and then there was the sweet note of some bird ringing clearlyin the air; then a loud and piercing screech heralded the coming of aparrot or cockatoo, which seemed tame enough to care little for thestranger who was watching its actions. 

Then all would be still again--a dreamy, sleepy stillness that waswonderfully attractive to Don as he sat with his eyes half-closed. Inthe distance he could see some of the Maoris coming and going in alistless, careless way, as if their life was a very pleasant indolencewithout a care. 

It was very beautiful and wonderfully attractive. On board the shipthere were hard work, hard living, peremptory orders, and what seemed tothe proud boy a state of slavery, while on shore offered itself a lifeof ease where there would be no battling with storm, and risk of war orshipwreck. 

Why should he not take advantage of this or some other opportunity, andsteal ashore?

It would be desertion, and setting aside the punishment held out to theone who forsook his ship after being forced into His Majesty's navy, there was a feeling troubling Don that it would be dishonourable to go. 

On the other side there was home, the strong desire to be free, and alove of adventure prompting him to escape. 

"No, " he said decidedly at last; "it would be cowardly and base todesert. They treat me badly, but not hardly enough to make me run away. I'll stop and bear it like a man. "

Somehow Don felt lighter in heart after coming to this determination;and after looking round and wondering how long the explorers would bebefore they returned, and also wishing he could have been of the party, he leaned his elbows on the side of the boat and gazed down into theclear water, and through it at the beautiful lace-like pattern made bythe sun, casting the netted shadow of the ripples on the soft pebblysand. 

Now and then a shoal of fish glided in and dashed away. Then onebrilliantly decked in gold and silver and blue came floating by, and Donwatched it eagerly, wishing the while that he had a line. 

He was leaning over the side in this way, gazing down at the water, nowabout four feet deep where the boat had swung, when he became aware ofsomething pale and shadowy some little distance off. Looking at it in asloping direction made the ocean water seem so dense that he could notmake out what it was for some little time. At first it seemed to be adimly-seen patch of seaweed; then it appeared to be too regular androunded, and it struck him that it must be a large transparentjelly-fish floating in with the tide, till he made out that it wascontinued backward from him, and that it was larger than he hadimagined; and as he looked the object gradually grew plainer and moredistinct. It was still shadowy and grey, and had a peculiar, strangeattraction, which made him lean more over the side till a curiousnightmare-like sensation came over him, and as he realised that theobject was alive, and that he was looking down at two strange dull eyes, he felt that he could not shrink back, although the creeping chillyfeeling which came over him seemed like a warning of danger. 

Then it all appeared more like a dream, in which he was striving hard toget away, and all the time obliged to crouch there gazing at thatcreature whose eyes were fixed upon him, and which imperceptibly grewplainer to his sight. 

The intensity of the position grew more and more painful during whatappeared to be a long time. He tried to call to Jem, who was asleep notsix feet away, but his mouth felt dry. He endeavoured to reach out andkick him, but he could not stir, and still the creature advanced till, all at once, there was a tremendous disturbance in the water; somethingseemed to rise and strike him a violent blow in the chest, and the nextmoment he was seated in the bottom of the boat, which was rockingviolently, and staring stupidly at Jem, who sat up staring back. 

"What yer do that for?" cried Jem angrily. "I'd only just closed myeyes. "

"I did not do anything, " faltered Don, shivering. 

"Yes, you did!" cried Jem. "Asked me to sit up and watch, and I'd ha'done it. Needn't ha' played tricks. "

"I--I--"

"There, don't say you didn't, Mas' Don. Boat's rocking now, and you'dbetter swab up that water. Nice row there'd be if the skipper come backand found the boat all wet. "

Jem picked up the swab and began to remove the water himself, and indoing so he noticed Don's face. 

"Why, hullo, Mas' Don! What's the matter? You look as white as--Why, what now?"

Jem was about to lean over the side and wring the swab, when Don sprangastern and dragged him back. 

"Look! Look!" he cried, pointing. 

Jem followed the direction of the pointing finger, and shrank away witha shudder. 

"What? A shark!" he exclaimed. 

"Yes; it rose at me out of the water, and struck me in the chest, and Ifell back, and so did he. "

"Ugh!" ejaculated Jem, as he seized the boathook, and rested it on thegunwale. 

"Don't touch, it, " whispered Don; "it may spring out of the water atyou. "

"It had better not, " said Jem. "Hah!"

He drove the boathook down with all his might, striking the great fishjust as it was slowly rising toward the surface, close to the boat; andso well aimed was the stroke, that there was a tremendous swirl in thewater, the side near Jem resounded with a heavy blow from the fish'stail, and the boathook seemed to be snatched out of the striker's handto go slowly sailing away oceanward. 

"Look at that!" cried Jem. "Why, I must have driven it right into him. How are we to get it back?"

"Watch it, " said Don, excitedly. "It will come out and float directly. "

Don's prophecy did not come to pass, for as they watched, they saw abouta foot of the boathook shaft stand sloping out of the water, and go hereand there in a curious manner. 

"Let's row after it, " suggested Don. 

"Wouldn't be no good, Mas' Don; and we've got nothing to fight him withbut pistols. Let him be, and the thing will soon wriggle out. "

Jem proved as far wrong as his companion, for, after a time, as theywatched and saw the end of the shaft bob here and there; it suddenlydisappeared about fifty yards away. 

"Why, Mas' Don, " said Jem, laughing, "it's like fishing; and afterbiting ever so long, the float's gone right under water. Now's yourtime. Strike!"

"And we've no line, " said Don, who was beginning to get rid of hisnervous sensation. 

"No, we haven't a line, " said Jem. "Keep your eye on the place where hewent down; we mustn't lose that hitcher. Say, it won't do to try andswim ashore. That's a shark, that is, and a big one, too. Did he hurtyou?"

"Not much. It was like a tremendous blow with somebody's fist. Look!"

"Told you so!" cried Jem. "Here he comes with a rush to give us backthe boathook. "

"Or to attack the boat, " said Don, as the end of the shaft suddenlyappeared away to their right; and then came rapidly nearer in a directline for where they were. 

"Not he, " said Jem sturdily. "Too stupid. "

All the same, there was soon a peculiar rising in the water comingdirect for them, as the boathook seemed to plough through the sea, whichrapidly grew shallower. Onward it came, nearer and nearer, till Jemgave a warning shout, and placed one foot on the side ready to plungeoverboard. 

"Don't do that, Jem; it's certain death!" cried Don. 

"Don't you stop, Mas' Don; that's certain death, too. Let's swimashore. Now, my lad, now, now. Don't stop a fellow; don't!"

Jem shouted these words excitedly, as Don clung to him and held himback, gazing wildly all the time at the disturbed water, as the greatfish swiftly approached, till, just as it was within a few yards, theshallowness of the water seemed to startle it, making it give quite abound showing half its length, and then diving down with a kind ofwallow, after which the occupants of the boat saw the wooden pole gotrailing along the surface, till once more it was snatched, as it were, out of sight. 

"Don't seem as if he's going to shake it out, " said Jem. 

"You must have driven the spike in right over the hook, and it acts likea barb. What a blow you must have given!"

"Well, I hit as hard as I could, " said Jem. "He was coming at me. Canyou see it now?"

"No. "

"Keep a sharp look-out; it's sure to come up sometime. "

The sharp look-out was kept; but they did not see the boathook again, though they watched patiently till nearly sundown, when a hail came fromthe woods; and as the boat-keepers got up the grapnel and ran the lightvessel in shore, the captain and his men appeared slowly to their left, and came down as if utterly wearied out. 

"Look at 'em, Mas' Don; they've been having a fight. "

Jaded, their clothes torn in all directions, coated with mud, and withtheir faces smeared and scored, the blood stains on their cheeks andhands gave the returning party all the appearance of those who had beenengaged in a fight for life. 

But it had only been an encounter with the terrible thorns and spines ofthe wild land they had explored, and the wounds, much as they had bled, were but skin deep. 

The boat-keepers leaped out, and ran the stern in as close as theycould, and the captain was in the act of stepping in, placing a hand onDon's shoulder to steady himself, worn out as he was with his longtramp, when it seemed to Don that he felt the cold, slimy touch of ashark gliding up against his bare legs, and with a start of horror hesprang sidewise, with the result that the captain, who was bearing downupon the lad's shoulder, fell sidewise into the sea. 

"You clumsy idiot!" cried the captain; and forgetting himself in hisannoyance, worn out as he was, and irritable from his great exertions, he caught at Don's extended hand, and then as he rose struck the boy aheavy blow with his doubled fist right in the chest. 

Don staggered heavily, fell into the water, and then struggled updrenched as the captain was before him. Then, forgetting in his hotrage everything about their relative positions and the difference inage, the boy made for the tall, frowning officer before him, and wouldhave struck him in his blind wrath but for Bosun Jones, who had seeneverything, and now hastily interposed. 

"No, no, my boy, " he said. "Keep back, you are too wet to do any good. Allow me, sir. "

Don shrank back, realising the heinousness of the social sin he wasabout to commit, and a dead silence fell on the group, the men staringwonderingly as the captain accepted Bosun Jones' help, stepped into theboat, and stood wringing himself. 

"Why, the young dog was going to strike me!" cried the captain. 

"Surely not, sir, " said the boatswain hastily. "Only going to help you, sir. "

"Help me! I believe he was going to hit out. Here, sir, what made youstart away like that?"

"He thought it was a shark, sir, " cried Jem. "One's been about the boatall the aft'noon. "

"Hold your tongue, sir!" cried the captain sternly. "Here, you boy, what made you flinch!"

"Thought I felt the shark touch me, sir, " said Don, sullenly. 

"Oh, then I am to be thrown into the water because you are a cowardlyyoung idiot, " cried the captain. "I'll talk to you to-morrow. In withyou, my lads, and give way. "

"There's no boathook!" cried the coxswain; and on the keepers beingcalled to account, their story was received with such manifest doubt, that Don writhed and sat sullenly in his place in the boat, as it wasrowed back to the sloop. 

"Rather an absurd story that, Jones--about the boathook, " said thecaptain as he stepped on board. "Mind it is reported to-morrow morning. I believe the young scoundrel was going to strike me. "

"But you struck him first, " said the boatswain to himself, as he saw thecaptain descend. "Hot-headed young rascal. Ah! Here, Lavington, whatabout that boathook? Let's have the simple truth. One of the Maorisstole it, and you were afraid to speak?"

"I was not afraid to speak the truth, sir, " said Don; "and I told it. "

"But that's such a wild story. Your messmate could not have driven itinto a shark over the hook. "

"I don't know whether it was driven in over the hook, sir, " replied Don;"but it stuck in the fish's back and would not come out. "

The boatswain looked at him thoughtfully, while Don waited to hear hiswords. 

"Look here, Lavington, " he said, "I liked you, my lad, from the first, and I should be sorry for you to be in serious trouble. I have beenyour friend, have I not?"

"I can't see much friendship in dragging one away from home, " said Don, coldly. 

"I had my duty to do, young man, and a sailor is not allowed to askquestions as to what's right or wrong. "

"But I was treated like a criminal, " said Don. 

"You were treated far better than pressed men are as a rule especiallythose who try to break away. But I can't argue that with you. You andyour companion are king's men now, or king's boys, and have to do yourduty. Let's come back to to-day's work. The captain's offended, and Iwant to save you from trouble if I can. "

"It's very kind of you, sir, " said Don. 

"Now tell me this. Do you know what you were going to do when thecaptain knocked you backwards?"

Don was silent. 

"Well, I'll tell you, " said the boatswain. "You were going to strikehim again. That's the truth, is it not?"

Don remained silent. 

"It is the truth. Well, have you any idea of what a bit of madness thatwould have been here?"

Don shook his head. 

"Why, my good lad, you could not commit a greater crime. It meansdeath. "

"Does it, sir?"

"Does it, sir! Why, goodness me, my lad, you must be half mad. "

"People are sometimes, sir, when they are hit. "

"Yes, that's true enough; but you must master your temper. Save allthat sort of thing up till you fight the French, and then you will beallowed to grow quite mad if you like. Now once more, about thatboathook. You did not lose it?"

"Yes, sir; we did lose it. "

"Ah, I thought so. "

"Because the great fish carried it off. "

"Humph! Well, go and get yourself dry. If you are lucky, you will hearno more about this, only have the cost of the boathook deducted out ofyour pay, and perhaps the captain will have forgotten all about yourconduct by to-morrow. "

"What did he say to you?" said Jem, as Don went below. 

Don told him. 

"Pay for the boathook?" said Jem. "Well, I'll do that, my lad. Butwhat did he say--the skipper would forget it by to-morrow?"

"Yes, Jem. "

"I hope he will. "

"But I can't forget that he hit me, " said Don sternly. 

"Now, now, Mas' Don, you mustn't speak like that. "

"And you must not speak like that, Jem, --_Master Don_. You'll have someof the men hear you. "

"Well, I'll mind; but you mustn't think any more about that, my lad. He's captain, and can do as he likes. You were going to hit him, weren't you?"

"Yes, Jem, I'm afraid I was. I always feel like that if I'm hurt. "

"But you mustn't now you're a sailor. Say, my lad, things looks ratherugly, somehow. Think the captain will punish you?"

"We shall see, Jem. "

"But hadn't we better--I say, my lad, " he whispered, "we could swimashore. "

"And the shark?"

"Ugh! I forgot him. Well, take a boat, and get right away, for I'vebeen thinking, Mas' Don, it's a very horrid thing to have hit yourofficer. "

"But I didn't hit him. He hit me. "

"But you were going to, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. "Strikes me thetime's come for running away. "

Don shook his head. 

"Why, you was red hot on it the other day, my lad. "

"Yes, but I've been thinking a great deal about it since, Jem; and itseems to me that it would be too cowardly to run now we are king'ssailors. "

"But not if you were going to be punished for doing nothing. "

"N-o, Jem, " said Don hesitatingly. 

"And for being hit as the captain hit you. "

"N-no, Jem; but--but somehow--There, don't say any more about it now. "

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE. 

BEFORE THE CAPTAIN. 

Bosun Jones was right in his hint. The captain forgot all about Don'soffence as soon as he was comfortable and rested. He had struck out inhis hasty irritation, but his anger soon passed, and had the matter beenbrought to his notice again, he would have laughed, and said that it wasthe boy's nature to resent being struck, and that he would make thebetter sailor. 

The time passed pleasantly enough in the beautiful harbour, and everyday a boat went ashore with a surveying or exploring party, all of whomwere examined and cross-examined by their messmates on their return, asto the habits of the New Zealand savages, and many a yarn was inventedabout the Maoris' acts. 

Both Don and Jem found their messmates rough, but good-tempered enough, and the days glided by rapidly; but the opportunity was never given Donfor joining one of the exploring parties. In every case he was told hewas too much of a boy. 

"Never mind, Mas' Don. You'll grow into a man some day, " Jem used tosay. 

The Maoris were quite friendly, and the very stringent rules made atfirst were relaxed. The officers and men who went ashore were alwaysarmed, and limits were placed to the number of savages allowed to visitthe ship; but the boarding netting was dispensed with, and it was notdeemed necessary to double the sentries. 

More than once parties of men were allowed on shore, and upon theseoccasions Don and Jem encountered the tattooed Englishman. 

"Haven't made up your minds to come and join us?" he said, laughing; andDon shook his head. 

"Ah, well! I won't persuade you, my lad. P'r'aps you're best where youare. But if you do make up your mind, come to me. "

"How should we find you?" said Jem, who was careful to acquire knowledgethat might be useful. 

"Ask the first man you see for Tomati Paroni, and he'll bring you tome. "

"Tomati Paroni, " said Don thoughtfully; "is that New Zealand for Tom--Tom--?"

"Tom Brown, " said the chief, laughing. "They have all sorts of Englishwords like that. "

The country was so beautiful, and the shore presented so manyattractions, that the officers kept a strict watch over the men for fearof desertion; but there was something which acted more as a deterrentthan anything that the officers could say or do, and that was the reportthat the natives were cannibals. 

"Lots of 'em would desert, " Jem said one night, as he lay in his hammockso close to Don's that they touched, "only--"

"Well, only what?" said Don. 

"They say they'd rather stick on board, and be roasted and basted by thecaptain and officers, than by the blacks. "

"They're not blacks, Jem; and I don't believe about the cannibal work. "

"Well, they arn't blacks certainly, Mas' Don; but I'm pretty suspiciousabout the other thing. I once thought as Tomati was laughing at us, butit's all true. Why, what d'yer think I see only yes'day?"

"Numbers of things. But what in particular?"

"Why, one of the big chiefs who come ashore in that long canoe. Youknow; the one with a figure-head with its tongue sticking out?"

"Yes; I know. "

"Well, he'd got a flute. "

"What of that? Men have flutes at home. Uncle Josiah had one. "

"What was it made on?" whispered Jem. 

"Box-wood, with ivory mountings. "

"Well, this chiefs flute was of ivory altogether--I mean, of bone. "

"Well?"

"Guess what bone it was. "

"How can I tell?"

"Bone of a man's leg, Mas' Don; and he killed the man whose bone itwas. "

"How do you know?"

"Why, Tomati telled me. "

"Yes, but it might not be true; perhaps the man was boasting. "

Don was wearied out with a long day's work, and soon dropped off asleep, to be roused up by the men to take the morning watch. 

Jem and he rolled unwillingly out of their hammocks, and went on deck, to find all dark; and soon after, cold and uncomfortable, they wereleaning over the bulwarks together, talking as they scanned the smoothblack sea, and the faint outlines of forest and mountain along thesilent shore. 

"This is what I hate in being a sailor, " grumbled Jem. "No sooner haveyou got comfortably off to sleep, and begun giving your mind to it, thanyou're roused up to keep some watch. "

"Yes, it is wearisome, Jem. "

"Wearisome's nothing to it. I was dreaming, Mas' Don, when they routedus up. "

"So was I, Jem. "

"What was you dreaming about, Mas' Don?"

"Home. "

"Hah!" said Jem, with a sigh; "so was I. Wonder what my Sally's doingnow. "

"Sitting down to tea, Jem. "

"What! In the middle of the night?"

"It's the middle of the afternoon now, perhaps, Jem, on the other sideof the world. "

"Dessay it is, sir, if you says so; but I never can understand that kindof talk. Say, my lad, how dark it is! Why if four or five of thosegreat war canoes liked to come out now, with a lot of fighting menaboard, they could take this here ship before we could cry JackRobinson. Look yonder. Isn't that one stealing out from behind thatisland?"

"No, Jem; I see nothing but shadow. "

"Then p'r'aps it arn't; but I'm always thinking I see 'em coming outfull of men. "

"Fancy, Jem. "

"So it is, I s'pose. Know how long we're going to stop here, Mas' Don?"

"No, Jem. Getting tired of it?"

"Tired? Ay, lad. I want to go home. "

That morning, about a couple of hours after the watch had been relieved, Don was on deck, when he saw one of the long war canoes, with itshideously carved prow and feather-decorated occupants, come sweepingalong close to the shore and dash right away at great speed. 

"Wish we was in her, " sighed a voice at his ear. 

Don turned sharply, to find Jem gazing longingly after the flashingpaddles of the canoe, one of which was waved at him as they passed. 

"What for, Jem?"

"To get away from here, Mas' Don. Wish you'd alter your mind. I wantto see my Sally once more. "

"Here, you two! This way, " said a severe voice; and the stern-lookingmaster came up. "This way. The captain wants a word with both of you. "

"The captain?" began Don, as his old trouble flashed into his mind. 

"That will do. Now then, this way, " said the master sternly; and he ledthem to the quarter-deck, where the captain was standing, with a coupleof the officers by his side, and, a little distance in front, Ramsden, the sinister-looking seaman who, since the night they were pressed, hadalways seemed to bear the two Bristolians ill-will. 

Don and Jem saluted, and stood before their officer, who looked themover searchingly, his eyes resting on theirs in a fierce, penetratingway that was far from pleasant. 

Then, turning from them contemptuously, he signed to Ramsden to comeforward. 

"Now, " he said sharply, "repeat what you told me just now. "

"Yes, sir. I had to go below yes'day evening when, as I was going along'tween the 'ammocks, I hears the word _desert_ and I was that tookaback, sir, I--"

"Ah! You are the sort of man who would be took aback on hearing such aword, " said the first lieutenant, with a sneer. 

"Yes, sir, " said Ramsden. 

"Let him speak, " said the captain, scowling to hide a smile. 

"Soon as I heard that word _desert_, I felt stopped short like; and thenI heard voices making plans for going ashore. "

"What did they say?"

"Can't rec'lect what they said exactly, sir; only as one talked about aboat, and the other about a canoe. It was Lavington as asked about thecanoe; and just now, sir, they was watching a canoe that went by, andthey exchanged signals. "

"Yes, I saw them watching that canoe, " said the captain, fixing his eyeson Jem. 

"Yes, sir; and one of the chiefs waved a paddle to them. "

The captain nodded, and Ramsden was going on with his charge, when hewas stopped. 

"That will do, my man, " said the captain; "I know quite enough. Nowlook here, " he continued, turning to Don and Jem, "I am compelled tobelieve what this man says, for I saw enough to corroborate histestimony; but I will give you an opportunity for defending yourselves. Is what he says true?"

Don's lips parted to say it was only about half true; but a feeling ofagonised shame checked his words. There was too much truth in it forhim to make a bold denial, so he remained silent; and Jem, taking hiscue from his companion, was silent too. 

"Come, " said the captain, "I like that. There is honesty in it, mylads; and as you are both young, and pressed men, I will not be sosevere as I might for such an offence as yours. "

"Didn't commit no offence, " said Jem sturdily. 

"Silence, sir! Now then, you know, I suppose, that though we are livinga peaceful life out here, these are war times, and the punishment ofdeserters is--death. "

Jem started, but Don did not stir. 

"Now you are both very young, and you have worked so well, and with somuch promise of making yourselves sailors, that I should be sorry foryou--either of you--to be guilty of such a mad trick as desertion. Ifyou tried it, you would almost certainly be retaken, and--the punishmentmust follow. If, on the other hand, you escaped, it would be into thesavage country before you, where you would fall into the hands of someenemy tribe, who would kill you both like dogs. I daresay you haveheard what takes place afterwards, when the Maori tribes have takenprisoners?"

Jem shuddered, but Don made no sign. 

"Ah! I see you know, " continued the captain, "so I need say littlemore. I am satisfied that you will neither of you be guilty of such anact of madness as you contemplated, especially now that I tell you thatI stop at nothing which the law gives me power to do for thepreservation of the discipline of my ship. These two lads, " he said, turning to give an order, "will be placed in irons for the present. "

He made a sign, and the two prisoners were taken below deck, and placedin irons. 

"Better than being hung, my lads, " said the armourer gruffly; and soonafter they were alone, with a sentry on duty not far from where theywere seated. 

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR. 

TOMATL'S PROMISE. 

"Wonder whether Mike ever had a taste of this sort o' thing, Mas' Don, "said Jem, after they had sat in silence some time, Don's face notinviting any attempt at conversation. "He never said anything aboutbeing in irons when he spun yarns about adventures. "

"Jem!" said Don indignantly; and as if it only wanted his companion'swords to start him in a furious outburst of passion; "it is shameful!It is a cruel indignity and disgrace. "

"Hush, hush, my lad! Don't take it that way. They arn't so werryheavy, and they don't hurt much. "

"Hurt? Not hurt much? Why, they are treating us as if we werethieves. "

"What, being ironed, sir? Well, it do seem a bit hard. "

"It's cruel! It's horrible! And he had no right to do it for such anoffence. "

"Steady, my lad, steady. The sentry 'll hear you, and have his turn, p'r'aps, at telling tales. "

"But he had no right to do this, I say. "

"P'r'aps not, Mas' Don; but skippers does just what they please whenthey're out at sea in war time. I thought he was going to hang usonce. "

"He would not dare, " said Don. 

"Well, if he did, I should have liked to have a few words first with MrRamsden; for of all the mean, dirty, sneaking chaps I ever set eyes on, he's about the worst. "

"A mean, cowardly spy!" cried Don. 

"Ah, that's it; so he is, Mas' Don; a mean, cowardly spy. I couldn'tthink o' them words, but they're just what he is. --Say, Mas' Don. "

"Don't, don't, don't, Jem. "

"Don't what, Mas' Don?"

"Don't do that. _Master Don_. It sounds so foolish, and it'sridiculous, seeing what we are. "

"All right, my lad, I'll be careful; but what I wanted to say was, wouldthere be any harm in taking Master Ramsden by his waistband, anddropping him some night over into the sea?"

"Do you want to commit murder, Jem?"

"Do I want to commit murder? Nay, Mas' Don, gently, gently; don't talkto a man like that. I only meant to give him a ducking. "

"Amongst the sharks?"

"Ugh! I forgot all about the sharks, Mas' Don. I say, think there aremany of 'em about?"

"They say there are plenty, and we saw a monster, Jem. "

"So we did, my lad; so we did, and a nice lot o' worry he's got us inthrough stealing that boathook. But, look here, how do you feel now?"

"Heart-sick and tired of it all, Jem. I wish we had run off when we hadthe chance. "

"You do?"

"I do. See how we have been served: dragged from our homes, roughlyused; bullied and ill-treated; and with that man's word taken beforeours. It's too bad--too bad. "

"Well, it is, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. "But you see it was awkward. You couldn't swear as you hadn't thoughts of deserting. "

"Deserting?" said Don hotly. "I will not have it called deserting. Isay it is only claiming our liberty, when we have been seized upon andtreated like slaves. "

"What a weather-cocky way you have got, Mas' Don. Only t'other day youwas all on the other tack, and says, says you, `It's deserting, andcowardly, ' and a lot more to that tune, and the way you went on at me, sir, made my hair curl. "

"I had not had this last blow, Jem. I had not been put in irons thenlike a common thief. "

"Silence, below there!" cried an angry voice. "Sentry, stop thattalking by the prisoners. "

The marine marched slowly toward them, and growled out his orders. Then, settling his head in his stiff stock, he faced round and marchedaway. 

"All right, Jolly, " said Jem, good-humouredly; and then drawing closerto his companion in misfortune, he went on talking in a whisper. 

"Say, Mas' Don, do you mean it now?"

"Mean what?"

"Going? It's now or never. If we waits till we goes off to sea againour chance is gone. "

"I mean it, Jem. "

"That's a good bargain, my lad, " said Jem, slapping him on the knee. "Then the sooner we're off the better. "

"How can we go?"

"How? Easy enough. Get on deck, slide down a rope over the side whenit's dark. "

"In irons?"

"They don't weigh much. We could get hold of an oar or two, or lowerdown a grating, and hold on by that till we'd swam ashore. "

"And the sharks, Jem?"

"Oh, those sharks!" cried Jem, pettishly. "I always forget them. Iwish there wasn't such a thing as a shark on the face of the earth. Well, we must try some other way. "

"That's easy enough to say, Jem; but what way is there?"

"Oh, I don't know yet, Mas' Don; but they say, `where there's a willthere's a way. ' P'r'aps I can think it out. 'Member that big case aswas too wide to come into the lower warehouse?"

"Yes. "

"Well, your uncle said he'd be obliged to have the doorposts cut, but Ithought that out after I'd measured it, and I found that it would justgo in at the top warehouse doors if we hauled it up with the crane. "

"You used to call it winding anything up, Jem. "

"Ay, but I hadn't been to sea then, Mas' Don. Well, didn't I have thatthere case up to the top floor, and then lower it down through all thetraps, and get it into the ground floor without the door being cut; andwhen your uncle come in, he stared, and asked me how I'd managed it?"

"Yes, I remember it all, " said Don sadly. 

"Look here, you two. I don't want to be hard, " said the marine; "butyou'll get me into a row. Now, are you going to clap on the hatchways, or am I to report you?"

"All right, Jolly; we won't talk any more, " said Jem; and he kept hisword that night. 

There was no release next day, and very drearily it passed till towardsevening, when Jem waited till the sentry's back was turned, and put hislips to Don's ear. 

"I've got it, Mas' Don, " he said. 

"What, can you see your way to escape?"

"I've hit it out, my lad. Look here. Do you know them's men's ironsyou've got on?"

"Yes. They don't make irons for boys. "

"Then look here, my lad; it may mean a bit of skin off; but all you'vegot to do is to squeeze your feet through those rings, and then I'll bebound to say a thin slip of a fellow like you can creep out of the ironround your waist. "

"I don't think so, Jem. I'm stouter than you fancy. "

"Oh no, you're not, and I dessay it'll be a tight fit; but you do it. "

"And suppose I do get out of them, what about you?"

"About me, Mas' Don? Ah, I don't know about me; but you could get rightaway, slide down the rope, get the gig up alongside--"

"When it's swinging from the davits, Jem?"

"There you go again, " grumbled Jem. "I never did see such a fellow forchucking stumbling-blocks all over the place for a man to hit his shinsagainst. "

"Then propose something possible. And besides, you don't suppose I'mgoing away without you. "

"But I can't get my irons off, and you can get yours. "

"I don't know that, " said Don, trying; and, to his great surprise, finding that he could drag the ring over his ankle without muchdifficulty. 

"There, I told you so. Slip it on again 'fore the sentry sees. "

The marine was not likely to see, for the place was very dark where theysat, and for a long time they discussed the matter in a whisper, butonly to be obliged to come to the conclusion that it was impossible toescape, unless Don would go alone. 

"Well, if you won't go alone, you won't, Mas' Don, " said Jem, in anill-used tone; "but I do say as it's shabby of you, after I've thoughtabout it so much. "

The second night of their imprisonment passed slowly, and they werecudgelling their brains next day, when they were summoned on deck, received a severe reprimand, and, after their irons had been taken off, were told to go to their duty. 

Then a week passed of land surveying and chart making, during which timethe intercourse with the natives had been kept on a very friendlyfooting; and then a rumour ran round the ship that they were to sailafter a certain channel had been sounded and the chart made. 

"It's all over, Mas' Don, " said Jem gloomily. "We shall go sailing awayall over the world, and be took by the French, and never see homeagain!"

Don made no reply, but went about his duty gloomily enough till towardafternoon, when a canoe came off from the shore, manned by about fiftyof the New Zealanders, and with Tomati and Ngati in the stern. 

These two were soon on board, and were entertained by the captain, whomade them several useful presents. 

How he managed it Don hardly knew himself, but he contrived to get closebehind the tattooed Englishman, and said softly, just as the officerswere laughing and watching Ngati, who was going through his war-dancefor their delectation, and distorting his features to the greatestextent, --

"Could you come after dark to-night in your canoe, and take us ashore?"

"Hist! Mind what you're saying, " replied the man, clapping his legsloudly, as if to encourage his companion to fresh exertions anddistortions of his countenance. 

"I want to come, " said Don softly, in the midst of the applause. 

"I daren't do it, my lad. They'd come down after me if I did; but I'llsend Ngati. He'll come in his little canoe. "

Don's heart beat wildly at these words, and he had no chance to saymore, for Tomati went toward the officers, talked with them for a while;and then, as Don watched, he saw him go to the big chief, clap him onthe shoulder, and say something which made the great fellow smile. 

The New Zealanders seemed to show more interest in the appointments ofthe ship than they had displayed before, and the officers were civilenough to them, exchanging presents, and getting from the dusky warriorsgreenstone ornaments and weapons in exchange for powder and tobacco. 

Don's heart had ceased to beat, and he was thinking despondently that hemight as well give up all idea of evasion, when a hand was laid upon hisshoulder, and looking up, it was to encounter the hideous face of thebig chief, who said, with a peculiar laugh, --

"My pakeha. Bring gunpowder plenty. Wait by big ship. Dark. "

It was not a very clear promise, but Don realised that it meant a chanceof escape, and his eyes flashed with excitement, as the chief went on. 

"Plenty gunpowder. Bring, bring. My pakeha. "

He went off directly to where some of his fellows were standing aboutthe deck, and hardly realising whether the chief was to be depended on, Don was about to go in search of Jem, when he felt a chill of despair, for, as he turned, he encountered the sinister countenance of Ramsden, his eye fixed upon him in a watchful way, and a satisfied smile playingabout his lips. 

Did he hear? Did he know? If he did, Don felt certain that thescoundrel would go and report all to one of the officers, and so get itto the captain's ears. 

Still there was hope. He might not have heard, and as to the NewZealand men speaking to him, they were doing that to nearly every sailorthey encountered on the deck. 

Still he felt that it would be better not to be seen speaking to Jem, and he crossed to another part of the ship, and stood watching theleave-taking of the visitors, who descended into their canoe laden withpresents and the objects they had obtained by barter. 

Tomati was the last to descend, and he was standing in the gangway witha bottle of rum and a canister of powder in his hands, when Don heardthe first lieutenant say to him jocularly, --

"I say, my fine fellow: I believe if the truth was known, you slippedoff from Norfolk Island, and took up your residence here. "

The man made no answer for a few moments, but stood looking the officerfull in the face. 

"What island did you say, sir?" he said at last. 

"Norfolk Island. Am I right?"

"I'm a chief of this tribe, sir, " said the man sturdily, "and these aremy people. I'm not an Englishman now. "

He went down into his canoe, and it darted away, propelled by fiftypaddles, while the lieutenant turned away laughing, and went to thecaptain. 

"That man's an escaped convict, or I'm a Dutchman, sir, " he said; andthey went forward talking. 

Don cast an eye round for Jem, but he was not in sight. Ramsden wasthough; and, go where he would for the rest of that day, Don always woketo the fact that this man was at hand, apparently taking no notice, butwatching him. 

It seemed as if he would never have a chance to speak to Jem about whathad passed; but at last Ramsden went below, and after a little inquiryDon learned that Jem was aloft in the foretop, helping a couple more menat repairing some of the toggles and reef points of a sail. 

Don ran up as fast as his skill would allow, and had hardly reached thetop when Ramsden came back on deck, and began seeking him out. 

Don paused, out of sight now, to watch the man in turn, and saw him gofrom place to place, looking about searchingly, and undoubtedly for him. 

"Hullo, my lad!" said Jem cheerily; "come to help?"

Don shook his head, and remained watching the progress of the men, butgiving Jem a meaning look from time to time, sufficient to stimulate hiscuriosity, and make him on the _qui vive_. Then to avoid suspicion, hehurried down, and had hardly reached the deck again before Ramsden, whohad again been below, came once more on deck, and remained watching himtill dark. 

"Let's get under the lee of this bulwark, " said Don, when at last hefound an opportunity for speaking to Jem alone. 

"We shall get in a row if we are seen, " said Jem. 

"But it's too dark for us to be seen, " whispered Don; and this seemingto be the case, they went into the shadow cast by one of the quarterboats, and lay down. 

"What is it, Mas' Don?" said Jem in a whisper, as soon as they hadsatisfied themselves that they were alone. 

Don related what had passed; but Jem did not seem to take to it. 

"No, " he said; "he is not likely to come, and if he did, they'd hear hiscanoe, and nail him. What time did he say?"

"Time? There was no time named. "

"Then how shall we know, my lad? We can't watch for him all night. "

"Why not?" said Don excitedly. "It seems to be our last chance. "

"Well, I dunno, " said Jem, gloomily; "it don't seem to me like a chanceat all. But I'll do what you do, my lad. I'll stand by you. "

"Then let's begin our watch at once, after we've put a rope overboardfrom the forechains, so as to slip down when the canoe comes. "

"And what then?"

"Then, Jem, we must swim to it, and they'll take us aboard. "

"And the sharks, my lad?"

"Sharks!" said Don despairingly. "I'd forgotten them. "

"That's what I used to do, but you always remembered. "

"Jem, " said Don, after a pause, "we must chance the sharks. They willnot see us in the dark. "

"But if--No; I won't show the white feather, Mas' Don, " said Jem. "Comeon, and we'll get a rope over to starboard and larboard too. "

"No need, Jem, " said Don. "The canoe is sure to come from the landside. "

"All right, sir. Come on, and don't say another word. "

Jem crept away, keeping in the shadow, and moving very slowly, so as notto attract the attention of the watch, and Don followed, while, as soonas he had gone a few yards, what looked like a dog slowly crept by onall fours close beneath the bulwark, after getting up from a crouchingposition just by where the pair had been discussing their chances ofescape. 

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE. 

THE ALARM. 

There were so many opportunities for lying _perdu_ on the deck of aman-of-war on a dark night that the shadowy figure had no difficulty inkeeping pretty close to Don Lavington and his companion as, decided nowupon their course of action, they laid hold upon a stout line where itwas coiled up, and after running a sufficiency over the side to touchwater, made it fast close to the main chains. 

This done, they went cautiously forward so as to avoid the watch, andafter being nearly seen, more than once, succeeded in getting a secondline over the side close to the fore chains, in happy unconsciousness ofthe fact that the shadowy-looking figure was watching every movement. 

As is the fashion aboard a man-of-war, the actors in this scene werebarefooted, and thus able to pass quietly along the well-scrubbed deck;but unfortunately for them, the sailor playing the spy had the sameadvantage, and kept them in view unnoticed and unheard. 

Now he was lying under the bulwarks, and so close that Jem's foot almosttouched his shoulder. Another time he was lying in one of the boatsslung from the davits--then behind a coil of rope--behind the cook'sgalley--in the lee of a cask--once in a water barrel which was to befilled with the icy fluid of the river which came down from one of themountains; always, with the activity of a monkey, contriving to besomewhere close at hand, till they stood at last, silent and watchful, about mid-way between the fore and main chains, peering out into thedarkness shoreward and listening for the faintest sound from off thesea. 

It was a wonderfully still night, and though out to the east therestless waves beat heavily on reef and shore, their action here was aslow heaving and curling over on the black metallic sand with a soundthat to those on shipboard was like a whisper, but whose movement couldbe seen by a faint line of lambent light just in the blackest part toleeward of the ship, where sea touched shore. Sometimes this was sofaint as to be hardly visible to the best-trained sight; at others itwas as if some phosphorescent serpent was gliding swiftly along thesands, and it was in this direction that Don strained his eyes in thehope of catching sight of Ngati's canoe, whose paddles would churn upthe water and shed on either side a faint golden light. 

On board there were the customary anchor lanterns, and the faint glowthrown up from the skylights; but these seemed to have scarcely anyeffect upon the darkness, which hung down like a pall over the vessel, and Don's spirits rose as he felt how well they were concealed. Thenthey sank once more, for Jem placed his lips close to his ear andwhispered, --

"It's too dark, my lad; we shall never be able to see the canoe if shecomes. "

Just then Don pressed his arm, and they listened together to whatsounded like a faint sawing noise, which stopped and was renewed severaltimes, and was followed by a slight splash. 

The sounds came from forward, apparently somewhere in the direction ofthe foreshrouds; but though they listened intently it was heard no more. 

"Fish, " said Jem in a whisper, "trying to climb up into the ship, andthen tumbled back into the sea. "

"Nonsense!" said Don, shortly. "Now you look to the left, and I'll lookto the right. "

"Right, my lad. I'll look, but she won't come. "

The searching scrutiny went on, and to Don, as he strained his eyes, itseemed as if all kinds of uncouth-looking monsters kept looming up outof the sea and disappearing; and though from time to time he toldhimself that it was all fancy, the various objects that his excitedvision formed were so real that it was hard to believe that they wereonly the coinage of his fancy. 

He turned and looked on board at the various lights, faintly-seen, withthe result that his eyes were rested, while he listened to themonotonous talking of the watch and an occasional burst of laughter fromthe gunroom, or the regular murmur from the forecastle. 

Then he watched shoreward again for the faint golden flash made by thepaddles of Ngati's canoe. 

No lambent glow, no sound of paddling, not even a murmur from the shore, where the native huts were gathered together, and the great _whare_stood with its singularly carved posts representing human form overhuman form in strange combinations, with grotesque heads, pearly shelleyes, and tongues protruding from distorted mouths. 

Then Jem caught Don's arm in turn, for there was a splash far away tothe left, below where, faintly-seen, a great sugar-loaf mountain rosehigh into the heavens. 

The splash was not repeated, but, just as they had given up listeningfor it, once more the dull sawing sound came out of the darkness, butthis time, instead of being forward it was away aft--how far they couldnot tell, for in the darkness sounds, like lights, may be close at handor a couple of hundred yards away--it is hard to tell which. 

The faint sawing went on for some time, ceased, and was renewed, tofinish as before with a curious rustling and a splash. 

"What can that be, Jem?" whispered Don. 

"Not going to wenture an observation again, " replied Jem, sourly. 

Then all was still save the murmurs of voices inboard, and Don stoodpressed against the bulwark listening intently, and thinking that beforethey went below to their hammocks they must haul up the lines again andcoil them down, or their appearance would betray that something had beengoing on. 

How long they had been waiting since the last sound was heard, Don couldnot tell; but all was so wonderfully still that the silence wasoppressive; and after arriving at the conclusion that the canoe wouldnot come, as from the utter absence of light or movement ashore it wasevident that none of the natives were stirring, he turned to Jem. 

"Asleep?" he whispered. 

"I arn't a horse, am I?" was the surly reply. "Nice place to go tosleep standing up, Mas' Don. --Think he'll come?"

"I in afraid not, now. "

"What shall us do?"

Don was silent. 

"Say, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, after a thoughtful pause, "seems a pityto waste them ropes after--"

"Hist!"

Don's hand was on his lips, for voices were heard from aft, and directlyafter they heard the captain say, --

"Yes; extremely dark. Think we shall have a storm?"

"No, " said the first lieutenant, "the glass is too high. Very darkindeed. "

Then two faint sparks of light could be seen, indicating that thespeakers were smoking, and the low murmuring of their voices suggestedthat they were chatting carelessly together. 

"Keep your hand down, Mas' Don, " said Jem in a whisper, after removingit. "They can't hear us, and if they did they'd think it was the watch. Say, look here, seems a pity to waste them ropes after we've got 'emdown ready. "

"Yes, Jem, it does. "

"Such a short way to slide down, and no fear o' their breaking, same asthere was in that cock-loft. What d'yer say?"

"What to?"

"Let's slide down and swim for it. 'Tarn't quarter of a mile. Youcould do that easy. "

"Yes, Jem; I think so. "

"And I'd help you if you got tired. Let's go. "

"But the sharks. "

"There I goes again. I always forgets them sharks; but look here, mylad, it's dark as pitch. "

"Quite, Jem. "

"We can't see twenty yards afore us, not clear. "

"Not ten, Jem. "

"Well, that's through the air. We couldn't see an inch through water. "

"What of that?"

"More couldn't the sharks. "

"Think not, Jem?"

"I feel 'bout sure on it. Look here, Mas' Don, I arn't got any money, but if I had, I'd wager half-a-guinea that all the sharks are at homeand fast asleep; and if there's any of 'em shut out and roaming about inthe streets--I mean in the sea--it's so dark that they couldn't see morethan an inch before their noses; so let's open our knives ready, in caseone should come, so that we could dive down and stab him, same as thenatives do, and then swim on ashore. I'll risk it: will you?"

Don was silent for a few moments. 

"Don't say _yes_, my lad, if you'd rayther not, " said Jem, kindly. "Idon't want to persuade you. "

"I'm ready, Jem. I was thinking whether it was right to let you go. "

"Oh, never you mind about me, my lad. Now, look here, shall us one godown each rope, or both down one?"

"Both down this one close here, and whoever goes down first can wait forthe other. Yes, Jem; I'll go first. "

"When?"

"Now, at once. "

"Hoo--ray!" whispered Jem in Don's ear, so sharply that it produced astrange tickling sensation. 

"Open your knife, Jem. "

"Right, my lad; I'm ready. "

"This way, then. Hist!"

Don caught Jem's arm in a firm grip as he was moving along the deck, each feeling somewhat agitated at the daring venture of exchanging firmplanks for the treacherous sea, infested as they knew it was by horriblecreatures which could tear them limb from limb. 

Jem had heard a sound at the same moment, and he needed no telling thathe should listen. 

For from some distance off along the shore there was a faint splash, and, as they strained their eyes in the direction from whence it hadcome, they could see flashes of pale light, which they knew were causedby paddles. 

"It's them, Jem, " whispered Don, excitedly. "We must not start yet tillthe canoe is close up. I wish I had told him that I would make somesignal. "

"It'll be all right, my lad, " said Jem huskily. "Give 'em time. Thinkthe watch 'll see 'em?"

"I hope not, " panted Don, as he strained his eyes in the direction ofthe faintly flashing paddles, which seemed to be moved very cautiously. 

"Think it is them, Jem?"

"Who could it be?"

"Might it be a war canoe coming to try and capture the ship?"

"Not it, " said Jem sturdily; "it's Ugly, as put out his tongue, comingto help us away. My, Mas' Don, how I should like to chop him under thechin next time he does that pretty trick of his. "

"Silence, man! Listen, and look out. Let's get close to the ropefirst. "

They crept softly toward the rope hanging down from the main chains, ready to their hand, and, as they crept, the dark figure that had seemedto be spying over their movements crept too, but on toward thequarter-deck, where the captain and the first lieutenant were lollingover the rail, and talking gently as they smoked--rather a rare customin those days. 

"It's the canoe, Jem, " whispered Don; "and it's coming closer. "

They strained their eyes to try and make out the men in the long, lowvessel, but it was too dark. They could not even hear the plash of apaddle, but they knew that some boat--that of friend or foe--was slowlycoming toward the ship, for the flashing of the paddles in thephosphorescent water grew more plain. 

"Ready, Jem?"

"Yes, I'm ready, lad. Rope's just where you stand. "

"What!" cried the captain's voice loudly, and then there was a quickmurmur of talking. 

"What's that mean, Mas' Don?"

"Don't know. Some order. "

"Boat ahoy!" cried one of the watch forward, and there was a buzz ofexcitement which told that the paddling of the canoe had been seen. 

"Watch there forward!" roared the captain. 

"Ay, ay, sir, " came back. 

"Follow me, Jem; we must swim to her now. "

"I'm after you, my lad. "

"Jem!" in a tone of despair. 

"What is it!"

"The rope's cut!"

"What? So it is. Never mind. After me! There's the one in theforechains. "

In the midst of a loud buzz of voices, and the pad, pad--pad, pad ofbare feet on the deck, Jem and Don reached the forechains; and Jem ranhis hand along in the darkness till he felt the knot by which he hadsecured the rope. 

"Here she is, Mas' Don. Now, then, over with you quick, or I shall bea-top of your head. "

"I've got it, " whispered Don. 

Then in a voice full of despair, --

"This is cut, too!"

At the same moment the captain's voice rang out, --

"Look out there, you in the watch forward; two men are trying to leavethe ship!"

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX. 

WHAT MR. JONES THOUGHT. 

"What's to be done, Mas' Don?" whispered Jem, whom this second proof oftreachery against them seemed to have robbed of the power to act. 

"This way, " cried a voice, which they recognised as Ramsden's. "By theforechains. "

"Oh, if I had hold of you, " snarled Jem, as he ground his teeth. 

"Do you hear me?" whispered Don. "Come on. "

He spoke from where he stood on the bulwark, holding by one of theshrouds, and offering his hand to Jem, who could not see it, but climbedto his side. 

"Header?" he whispered. 

"Yes. --Off!"

Don gave the word as he glanced in the direction where he believed thecanoe to lie; and then, raising his hands above his head, he sprangright off the bulwark into the sea. 

_Splash_!

A moment's pause and then--

_Splash_!

Jem had followed suit, and there was a faint display--if the expressionis allowable--of water fireworks, as innumerable pinhead-like beads oflight flashed away in every direction. 

"Lanthorns here!" cried the captain. "Sentries, quick! This way. "

He reached the spot from which Don and Jem had taken their daring leap, and in less than a minute the light of a couple of lanthorns was thrownupon the sea. 

"Come back!" roared the captain, "or I fire. Marines, make ready. "

The lanthorns' light gleamed further on the sea as those who held themclambered up the shrouds and held them at arms' length, and thendimly-seen were the backs of the heads of the two swimmers, who made thewater swirl as they struck out with all their might. 

"Do you hear, you scoundrels?" roared the captain again. "Come back, orI fire. "

There was no reply and the heads began to grow more faint in the gloom, while now the news had spread through the ship, and officers and mencame tumbling up the companion ladder and out of their cabins. 

"Marines, present--fire!" cried the captain. 

There were two sharp clicks and as many tiny showers of sparks. Thatwas all. 

"Why, you were not loaded!" cried the captain, fiercely, "Where is thelieutenant? Where is the sergeant? Load, you scoundrels, load!"

The men grounded arms, and began to load quickly, the thudding of theiriron ramrods sounding strangely in the still night air. 

"Pipe away the first cutter!" cried the captain. "Mr Rogerson, bringthose scoundrels back. "

The shrill pipe of the boatswain was heard, and there was a rush of feetas the captain shouted again, --

"Present--fire!"

There was a sharp flash, a loud report, and the captain stamped withrage. 

"Fire, you scoundrel, fire!" he roared at the second man, who was aboutto lower his clumsy musket, after tugging in vain at the trigger, whenthe piece went off, and the bullet fled skyward, sending the nearestlanthorn held up in the shrouds out of its holder's hand, to fall with asplash in the sea, and float for a few moments before it filled andsank, the candle burning till the water touched the wick. 

"'Pon my word!" cried the captain. "Nice state of discipline. Nowyou--fire again. And you, sir, load. Can you see the men, marines?"

"No, sir. Right out of sight. "

"Then fire where they were when you saw them last. "

"But they won't be there now, sir. "

"Silence, you scoundrel! How dare you? Fire!"

_Bang_. 

"Now you: are you ready?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Fire!"

_Bang_. 

"Load again!" cried the captain. "Now, you scoundrels, come back or youshall have a volley. "

A strange noise came off the sea. 

"Hark! What's that?" cried the captain. "A cry for help!"

"No, sir. "

"What was it, then?"

"Beg pardon, sir; but I think it was one on 'em a-larfin'. "

The captain gave the speaker--one of the warrant officers--a furiouslook. 

"Now, then, is that boat going to be all night?" he shouted. 

"All ready, sir. Lower away. "

The boat kissed the sea with a faint splash; she was thrust off; and asthe oars dropped and the men gave way the cutter went rapidly throughthe water, at a rate which would have soon made the fugitives prisonersbut for the fact that boat and swimmers were taking differentdirections, and the distance between them increased at every stroke. 

"They've taken no lanthorn!" cried the captain. "Surely no one's orderswere ever worse obeyed. "

"Shall I call them back, sir?" said the second lieutenant. 

"No, no; let them find it out for themselves. Here, marines, ten of youload. Quick, my lads, clear the way from up here. "

"Make ready, take good aim at the scoundrels--present--fire!"

This time the whole of the pieces went off with a loud rattle, whichbrought lights out in the New Zealand village, and a buzz of excitementcame from the men. 

"More lanthorns there!" cried the captain. "See them?" he cried, to theofficer in the boat. 

"Not yet, sir. "

"Take a sweep round to the southward. They're more there. "

"Ay, ay, sir!" came faintly out of the darkness; and the dull rattle ofthe oars reached those on deck. 

"I'll have those two back, dead or alive!" cried the captain, stampingabout in his rage. "Pipe down the second cutter. "

His orders were obeyed, and in a short time, with a lanthorn in bow andstern, the second boat touched the water, and rowed off, the officer incommand receiving instructions to bear off more still to the southward, and finally sweep round so as to meet the first boat. 

Directly this was started a happy thought seemed to strike the captain, who had a third boat lowered, with instructions to row right ashore, land the men, and divide them in two parties, which would strike off toright and left, stationing a man at every fifty yards; and these were topatrol the beach to and fro, keeping watch and a sharp look out for thefugitives. 

"That will checkmate them, Mr Jones, " he said. "I wish I had thoughtof this before. Now go. "

Mr Bosun Jones was in command of this boat, and he gave orders to hismen, the oars splashed, and away they went into the darkness, theirlights growing fainter and fainter, till they seemed to be mere specksin the distance; but they did not die out, and as those left on deckwatched the progress, they saw the lanthorns of the last boat becomestationary, and knew that the men had reached the shore, while thelanthorns of the second cutter were faintly visible, moving slowly faraway to the south. 

The captain rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and kept walking to thegangway and using his night-glass without any greater result than thatof seeing a couple of faint specks of light, when he got the boats'lanthorns into the field. Then he listened in the hope of hearingshouts, which would suggest the capture of the fugitives; but half anhour--an hour--glided by, and all was still. The buzz and cries whichhad arisen from the collection of huts had ceased, and the lights shownthere had been extinguished, while the darkness which hung over the seaappeared to grow more dense. 

At last there was a hail about a hundred yards away, and the officer inthe first boat answered the captain's eager inquiry. 

"No, sir; no luck. Not a sign of any one. I'm afraid--"

"They have got ashore and escaped?"

"No, sir, " said the lieutenant, gravely; "I don't think a man could swimashore in this darkness and escape. "

"Why, the distance is very short!"

"Yes, sir; but there are obstacles in the way. "

"Obstacles?"

"Well, sir, I've seen some tremendous sharks about in the clear water;and I don't think any one could get any distance without having some ofthe brutes after him. "

A terrible silence followed this declaration, and the captain drew hisbreath hard. 

"Come aboard, " he said. "It is too dark for further search to be made. "

The boat was rowed alongside, the falls lowered, the hooks adjusted, andshe was hoisted up and swung inboard. 

"I'd give anything to capture the scoundrels, " said the captain, afterwalking up and down for a few minutes with the lieutenant; "but I don'twant the poor fellows to meet with such a fate as that. Do you think itlikely?"

"More than likely, sir, " said the lieutenant, coldly. 

The captain turned aft, made his way to the quarter-deck, and remainedthere attentively watching shoreward to where he could faintly see thelights of the last boat. 

"We must leave further search till morning, " muttered the captain; andgiving his order, signal lamps were run up to recall the boats; andbefore very long they were answered, and the lanthorns of Bosun Jones'boat could soon after be seen heading slowly for the ship, the secondboat following her example a few minutes later. 

"No signs of them, Mr Jones?" said the captain, as his warrant officerreached the deck to report himself. 

"No, sir, " said the boatswain, sadly; "but I heard a sound, and one ofmy men heard it too. "

"A sound? What sound?"

"Like a faint cry of distress, sir. "

"Yes; and what did you make of that?"

The boatswain was silent a moment. 

"The harbour here swarms with sharks, sir, and the cry sounded to melike that of a man being drawn under water. "

"No, no; no, no; not so bad as that, " said the captain, ratherexcitedly. "They've got to shore, and we will have them back to-morrow. The people will give them up either by threats or bribes. "

"I hope so, sir, " said the boatswain, coldly. And, then, as he wentbelow, "Poor lad! I'd have given a year of my life rather than itshould have happened. This pressing is like a curse to the service. "

By this time the officer in the last boat had reported himself, thecrews were dismissed, the watch set, and all was silence and darknessagain. 

About dawn the captain, after an uneasy night, came on deck, glass inhand, to search the shore, and try to make out some sign of thefugitives; but just as he had focussed his glass, he caught sight ofsome one doing the very same thing, and going softly to the bows hefound that the officer busy with the glass was Bosun Jones, who rose andsaluted his superior. 

"See anything, Mr Jones?" the captain said. 

"No, sir; only the regular number of canoes drawn up on the beach. "

"Have you thought any more about what you said you heard last night?"

"Yes, sir, a great deal. "

"But you don't think the poor lad met such a fate as you hinted at?"

"Yes, sir, I do, " said the boatswain sternly; "and I feel as if I hadhelped to bring him to such a death. "

"Mr Jones, " said the captain, haughtily, "you merely did your duty as awarrant officer in the king's service. If that unfortunate boy met sucha disastrous fate, it was in an attempt to desert. "

The captain closed his glass with a loud snap, and walked away, whileBosun Jones stood with his brow knit and his lips compressed, gazingstraight before him as the sun rose and shed a flood of light over theglorious prospect. 

But to the bluff petty officer everything seemed sad and gloomy, and hewent below seeing nothing but the frank, manly features of young DonLavington, as he muttered to himself, --

"Not a chance of escape. Poor boy! Poor boy!"

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN. 

THE FUGITIVES. 

Don and Jem plunged almost simultaneously into the black, cold water, and felt the sea thundering in their ears. 

Then Jem, being broader and stouter than his companion, rose to thesurface and looked round for Don; but a few seconds of agony ensuedbefore the water parted and the lad's head shot up into the faint lightshed by the lanthorns. 

"Now for it, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem; "think as it's a race, and we'regoing to win a cup at a 'gatta. Slow and sure, sir; slow and sure, long, steady strokes, and keep together. "

"They're calling to us to stop, Jem, " whispered Don. 

"Let 'em call, Mas' Don. Somebody else seems a-calling of me, andthat's my Sally. Oh, don't I wish I hadn't got any clothes. "

"Can they see us?" whispered Don, as they swam steadily on. 

"I don't believe they can, sir; and if they can, they won't see us long. Shouldn't be surprised if they lowered a boat. "

"Ah! Look out!" whispered Don. "Shall we dive?"

For he heard the clicking of the muskets as they missed fire. 

"Well, I do call that cowardly, " said Jem, as he heard the order toload; "shooting at a couple of poor fellows just as if they was wildduck. "

"Swim faster, Jem, " said Don, as he gazed back over his shoulders at thelights as the shots rang out. 

"No, no; swim slower, my lad. They can't see us; and if they could, Idon't believe as the men would try and hit us. Ah! Not hit, are you?"

"No, Jem; are you?"

"Not a bit of it, my lad. There they go again. Steady. We're allright now, unless a boat comes after us. We shall soon get ashore atthis rate, and the tide's helping up, and carrying us along. "

"Toward shore, Jem, or out to sea?"

"Shore, of course, " said Jem, as he swam on his side, and kept an eye onthe faint lights of the ship. "Say, Mas' Don, they won't hang us, willthey, if they ketches us?"

"What made you say that?"

"Because here comes a boat after us. --Hear the skipper?"

"Yes; but the canoe--where is the canoe?"

Don raised himself, and began to tread water, as he looked in thedirection where they had seen the water flash beneath the paddles. 

"I dunno, my lad. Can't see nothing but the lights of the ship. Betterswim straight ashore. We sha'n't be able to see no canoe to-night. "

They swam steadily on, hearing only too plainly the plans made for theirrecapture. The orders, the creaking of the falls, even the plash madeby the boats, as they kissed the water, and the dull rattle of the oarsin the rowlocks was carried in the silence of the night distinctly totheir ears, while the regular plash, plash, plash, as the oars dipped, sent a thrill through Don, and at times seemed to chill his energy. 

But these checks were almost momentary. There was a sense of freedom inbeing away from the ship, and, in spite of the darkness, a feeling ofjoyous power in being able to breast the long heaving swell, and pass onthrough the water. 

"Better not talk, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, as they swam; "sound goes soeasily over the water. "

"No, I'm not going to talk, " said Don; "I want all my breath forswimming. "

"Don't feel tired, do you?"

"Not a bit. "

"That's right, lad. Stick to it steady like. Their lanthorns aren'tmuch good. Don't you be skeart; we can see them plain enough, but theycan't see us. "

"But it seems as if they could, " whispered Don, as they saw a manstanding up in the bows of one of the boats, holding a lanthorn on high. 

"Yes, seems, " whispered Jem; "but there's only our heads out of water, and only the tops o' them sometimes. Say, that must ha' been fancyabout the canoe. "

"No, Jem; she's somewhere about. "

"Glad on it: but I wish she'd come and pick us up. "

They swam on silently toward the shore, listening to the shouts of themen, and watching alternately the lights of the boats and those of theship. 

All at once a curious noise assailed Don's ear. 

"What's the matter, Jem?" he whispered, in alarm. 

"Matter?" said Jem, greatly to his relief. "Nothing, as I knows on. "

"But that noise you made?"

"I didn't make no noise. "

"You did, just now. "

"Why, I was a-larfin' quiet-like, so as to make no row. "

"Oh!"

"Thinking about them firing a volley at us in the dark. Wonder wherethe bullets went?"

"Don't talk, Jem; they may hear us. "

"What! A whisper like that, my lad? Not they. Boats is a long wayoff, too, now. "

The excitement had kept off all sense of fear, and so far Don had notseemed to realise the peril of their position in swimming through thedarkness to land; for even if there had been a canoe coming to theirhelp, the lowering of the boats seemed to have scared its occupantsaway, and though the sea was perfectly calm, save its soft, swellingpulsation, there were swift currents among the islands and points, which, though easily mastered by canoe or boat with stout rowers, wouldcarry in an imperceptible manner a swimmer far from where he wished togo. 

But they swam steadily on for some time longer, Jem being the first tobreak the silence. 

"Say, Mas' Don, " he whispered, "did you hear oars?"

"No, Jem. "

"I thought I did. I fancy one of the boats put off without a lanthorn. Weren't there three?"

"Yes, I think so. "

"Well, you can see two of 'em easy like. "

"Yes, Jem; I can see. "

"Then there's another cruising about in the dark, so we must becareful. "

There was another interval of steady swimming, during which they seemedto get no nearer to the shore, and at last Jem spoke again. 

"Say, Mas' Don, don't you feel as if you'd like a cup o' tea?"

"No. "

"I do. I'm as dry as sawdus'. S'pose we're nearly there, but I can'ttouch bottom. I tried just now. "

They swam on, with the lights of the boat farther off than ever, and theship more distant still. 

"Getting tired, Jem?"

"N-no. Could go on for about another week. Are you?"

"My clothes seem so heavy. Can you see the shore?"

"I can see the beach right afore us, but can't tell how nigh it is. Never mind about your clothes, my lad; but they're a great noosance at atime like this. Take your strokes long, and slow as you can. "

"That's what I'm doing, Jem, but--do you think it's much further?"

"Now, lookye here, Mas' Don; if ever there was a good-tempered chap itwas--I mean is--Jem Wimble; but if you gets talking like that, youaggravates me to such a degree that I must speak. "

Jem spoke angrily, and with unwonted excitement in his manner. 

"Is it much furder, indeed? Why, of course it arn't. Swim steady, andwait. "

Jem closed in as much as was possible after raising himself in thewater, and scanning the distant shore; and as he did so a cold chill ofdread--not on his own account--ran through him, for he felt that theywere certainly no nearer shore than they were before. 

"Throw your left shoulder a little more forward, Mas' Don, " he saidcalmly; "there's a p'int runs out here, I think, as'll make the journeyshorter. "

Don obeyed in silence, and they swam on, with Jem watchfully keeping hiseyes upon his companion, who was now deeper in the water. 

"Jem, " said Don, suddenly. 

"Yes, Mas' Don. Take it coolly, my lad. We're getting close there. Oh, what a lie!" he added to himself, with a chill of misery unnervinghim. 

"Jem. "

"Ay, ay, Mas' Don. "

"If you escape--"

"If I escape!" whispered Jem, angrily. "Now, what's the use o' yourtalking like that? Escape, indeed! Why, I feel as if I could live inthe water, if I had plenty to eat and drink. "

"Listen to me, " said Don, hoarsely. "If you escape, tell my mother Ialways loved her, even when I was obstinate. Tell her we didn't runaway, and that--that I didn't take that money, Jem. You'll tell herthat?"

"I won't tell her nor nobody else nothing of the sort, " said Jem. "I'mtoo busy swimming to think o' no messages, and so are you. Steady--steady. Bit tired, lad?"

"Tired, Jem? My arms feel like lead. "

"Turn over and float a bit, dear lad, and rest yourself. "

"No, " said Don. "If I turn over I shall be too helpless to keep up, andI can't turn back. --Jem, I'm beat out. "

"You're not!" cried Jem, in so loud and angry a voice, that theoccupants of the pursuing boats must have heard them if they had beennear. "You've got to keep on swimming steady, as I tells you, and ifyou says another word to me 'bout being beat, I'll give you such a shoveaside o' the head as'll duck you under. "

Don made no answer, but swam on feebly, with the water rising over hislips at every stroke; and as Jem swam by him he could hear the lad'sbreath come quickly, and with a hoarse, panting sound. 

"And I can't leave him, even to; save myself, " groaned Jem. "Oh, Sally, Sally, my gal, I did love you very true; and if I never see you again, good-bye--good-bye!"

It seemed to poor Jem Wimble that his thoughts were so heavy that theysank him lower in the water; but he had a buoyant heart, which is thesurest and best of life preservers; and taking a long breath, andsetting his teeth, he swam on. 

"Not so very far now, Mas' Don, " he said. "You feel better now, don'tyou?"

"Jem. "

"Yes, lad. "

"It's getting darker. I want to keep on, but I can't. Can you shakehands?"

"No!" cried Jem, fiercely. "You turn over and float. "

Don uttered a sigh, and obeyed in a feeble way, while Jem ceased hisstriking out for shore, and placed one arm under Don's neck. 

"It's all right, my lad. Don't lose heart, " he said. "It's wonderfuleasy to float; but you're tired. It's your clothes does it. You're awonderful good swimmer, Mas' Don; but the wonderflest swimmers can'tswim for ever in clothes. That's resting you, arn't it? I'm fresh as alark, I am. So 'll you be dreckly, lad. Keep cool. Just paddle yourhands a bit. We're close in shore, only it's so dark. We've done 'em. Boats is right away. "

"Are they--are they right away, Jem?"

"Yes, my lad, thank goodness!"

Don groaned. 

"Don't do that, my lad. You do make me savage when you won't be plucky. Why, you can swim miles yet, and you shall, as soon as you're rested. I say, how savage the capen will be when he finds he can't ketch us!"

"Jem, my lad, " said Don, quietly; "don't talk to me as if I were achild. It's very good of you, and--kind--but--but I'm done, Jem--I'mdone. "

"You're not!" cried Jem, savagely. "Say that again, and I'll hit you inthe mouth. You arn't done, and it's the way with you. You're theobsnittest chap as ever was. You've got to swim ashore as soon asyou're rested, and I say you shall. "

Don made no reply, but he floated with his nostrils clear of the water, and smiled as he gazed straight up in the dark sky. 

"There. It was time I spoke, " continued Jem. "Some chaps loses heartabout nothing. "

"Nothing, Jem?"

"Well, next to nothing, my lad. Why, mussy me! What a fuss we aremaking about a few hundred yards o' smooth water. I've swum twice asfar as this. Rested?"

Don made no reply. 

"Ah, you will be soon. It's the clothes, my lad. Now look here, Mas'Don. You take my advice. Never you try a long swim again like thiswith your clothes on. They makes a wonderful deal of difference. "

"Jem, " said Don, interrupting him. 

"Ay, ay, my lad. "

"Are the boats very far away?"

"Well, a tidy bit; say half-mile. "

"Then swim ashore and leave me; save yourself. "

"Oh, that's it, is it?"

"And tell my mother--"

"Now, look here, " cried Jem. "I should look well going and telling yourmother as I left you in the lurch; and my Sally would spit at me, andserve me right. No, Mas' Don, I've tried it easy with you, and I'vetried it hard; and now I says this: if you've made up your mind to godown, why, let's shake hands, and go down together, like mates. "

"No, no; you must swim ashore. "

"Without you?"

"Jem, I can do no more. "

"If I leaves you, Mas' Don--Ahoy! Boat!--boat!"

Jem meant that for a sturdy hail; but it was half choked, for just atthat moment Don made a desperate effort to turn and swim, lost hisremaining nerve, and began to beat the water like a dog. 

"Mas' Don, Mas' Don, one more try, dear lad, one more try!" cried Jem, passionately; but the appeal was vain. He, with all his sturdy manhood, strength hardened by his life of moving heavy weights, was beaten in thealmost herculean task, and he knew at heart that Don had struggledbravely to the very last, before he had given in. 

But even then Don responded to Jem's appeal, and ceased paddling, tomake three or four steady strokes. 

"That's it! Brave heart! Well done, Mas' Don. We shall manage it yet. A long, steady stroke--that's it. Don't give up. You can do it; andwhen you're tired, I'll help you. Well done--well done. Hah!"

Jem uttered a hoarse cry, and then his voice rose in a wild appeal forhelp, not for self, but for his brave young companion. 

"Boat! Boat!" he cried, as he heard Don, deaf to his entreaties, beginthe wild paddling action again; and he passed his arm beneath his neck, to try and support him. 

But there was no reply to his wild hail. The boats were out of hearing, and the next minute the strangling water was bubbling about his lips, choking him as he breathed it in; and with the name of his wife on hislips, poor Jem caught Don in a firm grip with one hand, as he struckwildly out with the other. 

Four or five steady strokes, and then his arm seemed to lose its power, and his strokes were feeble. 

"Mas' Don, " he groaned; "I did try hard; but it's all over. I'm deadbeat, too. "

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT. 

FRIENDLY ATTENTIONS. 

A peculiar pale light played and flashed from the surface of the blackwater which was being churned up by the desperate struggles of thedrowning pair. It was as if myriads of tiny stars started into beingwhere all was dark before, and went hurrying here and there, some to thesurface, others deep down into the transparent purity of the sea. 

A minute before Jem Wimble had kept command of himself, and swam as acarefully tutored man keeps himself afloat; that minute passed, allteaching was forgotten in a weak, frantic struggle with the stranglingwater which closed over their heads. 

A few moments, during which the phosphorescent tiny creatures playedhere and there, and then once more the two helpless and nearly exhaustedfugitives were beating the surface, which flashed and sent forth lambentrays of light. 

But it was not there alone that the phosphorescence of the sea wasvisible. 

About a hundred yards away there was what seemed to be a double line ofpale gold liquid fire changing into bluish green, and between the linesof light something whose blackness was greater than the darkness of thesea or night. There was a dull low splashing, and at every splash theliquid fire seemed to fly. 

The double line of fire lengthened and sparkled, till it was as so muchgreenish golden foam reaching more and more toward where the drowningpair were struggling. 

Then came a low, growling, grinding sound, as if the long lines of lightwere made by the beating fins of the dark object, which was somehabitant of the deep roused from slumbers by the light of the goldenfoam formed by those who drowned. 

And it rushed on and on to seize its prey, invisible before, but nowplainly seen by the struggles and the resulting phosphorescent light. 

Long, low, and with its head raised high out of the water, horrent, grotesque and strange, the great sea monster glided along over thesmooth sea. Full five-and-twenty fins aside made the water flash as itcame on, and there was, as it were, a thin new-moon-like curve of lightat its breast, while from its tail the sparkling phosphorescence spreadwidely as it was left behind. 

The low grumbling sound came again, but it was not heard by thosedrowning, nor was the light seen as it glided on nearer and nearer, tillit reached the spot. 

One dart from the long raised neck, one snap of the fierce jaws--anotherdart and another snap, and the sea monster had its prey, and glidedrapidly on, probably in search of more in its nightly hunt. 

Nothing of the kind! The long creature endued with life darted on, butthe long neck and horned head were not darted down, but guided pastthose who where drowning. Everything was stiff and rigid but theplaying fins. But there was another dull, low grunt, the fins seemed tocease by magic; and, instead of being snapped up by the monster's mouth, the two sufferers were drawn in over its side. 

Then the water flashed golden again, the monster made a curve and rushedthrough the water, and sped away for miles till, in obedience to anothergrunting sound, it turned and dashed straight for a sandy beach, resolving itself into a long New Zealand war canoe, into which Don andJem had been drawn, to lie half insensible till the beach was nearedwhen Jem slowly and wonderingly sat up. 

"Where's Mas' Don?" he said in a sharp ill-used tone. 

"Here he is, " said a gruff voice, and Jem looked wonderingly in asavage's indistinctly seen face, and then down in the bottom of the longcanoe, into which they had been dragged. 

"Mas' Don--don't say you're drowned, Mas' Don, " he said pitifully, witha Somersetshire man's bold attempt at the making of an Irish bull. 

"My pakeha! My pakeha!" said a deep voice; and Jem became aware of thefact that the big chief he had so often seen on board the ship, and whohad come to them with the present of fruit when they were guarding theboat, was kneeling down and gently rubbing Don. 

"Is he dead?" said Jem in a whisper. 

"No, not this time, " said the gruff voice out of the darkness. "Prettynigh touch, though, for both of you. Why didn't you hail sooner?"

"Hail sooner?" said Jem. 

"Yes. We came in the canoe to fetch you, but you didn't hail, and itwas too dark to see. "

"We couldn't hail, " said Jem, sulkily. "It would have brought the boatsdown upon us. "

"Ah, so it would, " said the owner of the gruff voice. "There's threeboats out after you. "

"And shall you give us up?"

"Give you up? Not I. I've nothing to do with it; you must talk tohim. "

"My pakeha!" cried the big chief excitedly. 

"That isn't his name, is it?" said Jem. 

"No. Nonsense! Pakeha means white man. I was a pakeha once. "

"Let me help him up, " said Jem eagerly. 

"My pakeha! My pakeha!" said the chief, as if putting in a personalclaim, and ready to resist Jem's interference. 

The difficulty was ended by Don giving himself a shake, and slowlyrising. 

"Jem! Where's Jem?"

"Here! All right, Mas' Don. We're in the canoe. "

"Hah!" ejaculated Don; and he shuddered as if chilled. "Where are theboats?"

"Miles away, " said the tattooed Englishman. "But look here, I'm only onboard. This is Ngati's doing. I know nothing about you two. "

"My pakeha! My pakeha!" cried the chief. 

"Lookye here, " cried Jem, speaking in the irritable fashion of thosejust rescued from drowning; "if that there chief keeps on saying, `_Mypakeha_' at me in that there aggravating way, I shall hit him in themouth. "

"Ah! You're rusty, " said the tattooed Englishman. "Man always is whenhe's been under water. "

"I dunno what you mean by being rusty, " said Jem snappishly. "What Isay is, leave a man alone. "

"All right!" said the Englishman. "I'll let you alone. How's youryoung mate?"

"My head aches dreadfully, " said Don; "and there's a horrible pain atthe back of my neck. "

"Oh, that'll soon go off, my lad. And now what are you going to do?"

"Do?" interrupted Jem. "Why, you don't mean to give us up, do you?"

"I don't mean to do anything or know anything, " said the man. "Yourskipper'll come to me to-morrow if he don't think you're drowned, or--Isay, did you feel anything of 'em?"

"Feel anything--of what?" said Don. 

"Sharks, my lad. The shallow waters here swarm with them. "

"Sharks!" cried Don and Jem in a breath. 

"Yes. Didn't you know?"

"I'd forgotten all about the sharks, Jem, " said Don. 

"So had I, my lad, or I dursen't have swum for it as we did. Of courseI thought about 'em at first starting, but I forgot all about 'emafterwards. "

"Jem, " said Don, shuddering; "what an escape!"

"Well, don't get making a fuss about it now it's all over, Mas' Don. Here we are safe, but I must say you're the wussest swimmer I evermet. --Here, what are they going to do?"

"Run ashore, " said the Englishman, as there was a buzz of excitementamong the New Zealanders, many of whom stepped over into the shallowwater, and seized the sides of the boat, which was rapidly run up thedark shore, where, amidst a low gobbling noise, the two wet passengerswere landed to stand shivering with cold. 

"There you are, " said the Englishman, "safe and sound. "

"Well, who said we weren't?" grumbled Jem. 

"Not you, squire, " continued the Englishman. "There; I don't knowanything about you, and you'd better lie close till the ship's gone, forthey may come after you. "

"Where shall we hide?" said Don eagerly. 

"Oh, you leave it to Ngati; he'll find you a place where you can liesnug. "

"Ngati, " said the owner of the name quickly, for he had been listeningintently, and trying to grasp what was said. "Ngati! My pakeha. "

"Oh, I say: do leave off, " cried Jem testily. "Pakeha again. Say, Mas'Don, him and I's going to have a row before we've done. "

The chief said something quickly to the Englishman, who nodded and thenturned to the fugitives. 

"Ngati says he will take you where you can dry yourselves, and put onwarm things. "

"He won't be up to any games, will he?" said Jem. 

"No, no; you may trust him. You can't do better than go with him tillthe search is over. "

The Englishman turned to a tall young savage, and said some words tohim, with the result that the young man placed himself behind Don, andbegan to carefully obliterate the footprints left by the fugitives uponthe sand. 

Don noticed this and wondered, for in the darkness the footprints werehardly perceptible; but he appreciated the act, though he felt no onebut a native would distinguish between the footprints of the two people. 

"My pakeha, " said Ngati just then, making Jem wince and utter an angrygesticulation. "Gunpowder, gun, pow-gun, gun-pow. "

"Eh?" said Jem harshly. 

"My pakeha, powder-gun. Pow-gun, gun-pow. No?"

"He says his pakeha was to have brought plenty of guns and powder, andhe has not brought any. "

"No, " said Don, shivering as he spoke. "The guns are the king's. Icould not bring any. "

The New Zealand chief seemed to comprehend a good deal of his meaning, and nodded his head several times. Then making a sign to a couple offollowers, each took one of Don's arms, and they hurried him off at asharp run, Jem being seized in the same way and borne forward, followedby the rest of the men who were in the boat. 

"Here, I say. Look here, " Jem kept protesting, "I arn't a cask o' sugaror a bar'l o' 'bacco. Let a man walk, can't yer? Hi! Mas' Don, they're carrying on strange games here. How are you getting on?"

Don heard the question, but he was too breathless to speak, and had hardwork to keep his feet, leaving everything to the guidance of hiscompanions, who kept on for above a quarter of a mile before stopping ina shadowy gully, where the spreading ferns made the place seem black asnight, and a peculiar steaming sulphurous odour arose. 

But a short time before Don's teeth were chattering with the cold, butthe exercise circulated his blood; and now, as his eyes grew more usedto the obscurity, he managed to see that they were in a rough hut-likeplace open at the front. The sulphurous odour was quite strong, thesteam felt hot and oppressive, and yet pleasant after the long chillingeffect of the water, and he listened to a peculiar gurgling, bubblingnoise, which was accompanied now and then by a faint pop. 

He had hardly realised this when he felt that his clothes were beingstripped from him, and for a moment he felt disposed to resist; but hewas breathless and wearied out, and rough as was the attention, itstruck him that it was only preparatory to giving him a dry blanket towear till his drenched garments were dry, and hence he sufferedpatiently. 

But that was not all, for, as the last garment was stripped off, Ngatisaid some words to his people, and before he could realise what wasgoing to be done, Don felt himself seized by four men, each taking awrist or ankle, and holding him suspended before Ngati, who went behindhim and supported his head. 

"Hah!" ejaculated Ngati, with a peculiar grunt. His men all acted withmilitary precision, and, to Don's astonishment, he found himself plungedinto a rocky basin of hot water. 

His first idea was to struggle, but there was no need. He had beenlowered in rapidly but gently, and he felt Ngati place the back of hishead softly against a smooth pleasantly-warm hollowed-out stone, whilethe sensation, after all he had gone through, was so delicious that heuttered a sigh of satisfaction. 

For now he realised the hospitality of the people who had brought himthere, and the fact that to recover him from the chill of being halfdrowned, they had brought him to one of their hot springs, used by themas baths. 

Don uttered another sigh of satisfaction, and as he lay back covered tohis chin in the hot volcanic water, he began to laugh so heartily thatthe tears came into his eyes. 

For the same process was going on in the darkness with Jem, who was aless tractable patient, especially as he had taken it into his thickhead that it was not for his benefit that he was to be plunged into ahot water pool, but to make soup for the New Zealanders around. 

"Mas' Don!" he cried out of the darkness, "where are you? I want to getout of this. Here, be quiet, will yer? What yer doing of? I say. Don't. Here, what are you going to do?"

Don wanted to say a word to calm Jem's alarms, but after the agony hehad gone through, it seemed to him as if his nerves were relaxed beyondcontrol, and his companion's perplexity presented itself to him in socomical a light, that he could do nothing but lie back there in hisdelicious bath, and laugh hysterically; and all the while he could hearthe New Zealanders gobbling angrily in reply to Jem's objections, as afierce struggle went on. 

"That's your game, is it? I wouldn't ha' thought it of a set who callstheirselves men. Shove me into that hot pot, and boil me, would you?Not if I knows it, you don't. Hi! Mas' Don! Look out! Run, my lad. They're trying to cook me alive, the brutes. Oh, if I only had acutlash, or an iron bar. "

Don tried to speak again, but the words were suffocated by the gurgle oflaughter. 

"Poor old Jem!" he thought. 

"I tell you, you sha'n't. Six to one, eh? Leave off. Mas' Don, they're going to scald me like a pig in a tub. Hi! Help!"

There was the sound of a struggle, a loud splash, and then silence, followed by Jem's voice. 

"Oh!" he ejaculated. "Then why didn't you say so? How was I to knowyou meant a hot bath? Well, it arn't bad. --Mas' Don!"

"Yes. "

"What! Ha' you been there all the time?"

"Yes. "

"What yer been doing of?"

"Laughing. "

"Larfin'? Are they giving you a hot bath?"

"Yes. "

"Arn't it good?"

"Glorious!"

"I thought they was going to scald me like a pig, so as to eat meafterwards. Did you hear me holler?"

"Hear you? Yes. --How delicious and restful it feels. "

"Ah, it do, my lad; but don't you let any on it get into your mouth. Idid, and arn't good. But I say; what's it mean? Seems so rum to mecoming to meet us in a canoe and bringing us ashore, and giving us hotbaths. I don't seem to understand it. Nobody does such things over athome. "

As they lay in the roughly-made stone slab baths, into which thevolcanic water effervesced and gurgled, the followers of Ngati came andwent busily, and a curious transformation came over the scene--thedarkness seemed to undergo a change and become grey. Then as Donwatched, he saw that above his head quite a cloud of steam was floating, through which a pale, sad light began to penetrate; and as he watchedthis, so pleasant and restful was the sensation that he felt as if hecould sleep, till he took into consideration the fact that if he did, his body would become relaxed, and he would slip down with his headbeneath the surface. 

As it grew lighter rapidly now, he could make out that the roughlythatched roof was merely stretched over a rough rocky nook in which thehot spring bubbled out of the mountain slope, and here a few rough slabshad been laid together, box-fashion, to retain the water and form thebath. 

Before he had more than realised the fact that Jem was in a shelter verysimilar to his own, the huge New Zealander was back with about a dozenof his men, and himself bearing a great native flax cloth marked with abroad pattern. 

Just as the sun had transformed everything without, and Don was gazingon a glorious prospect of lace-like tree-fern rising out of the steaminggully in which he stood, Jem Wimble came stalking out of the shelterwhere he had been dressing--a very simple operation, for it hadconsisted in draping himself in a great unbleached cloth--and lookingsquat and comical as a man in his circumstances could look. 

Ngati was close at hand with his men all standing in a group, and atfirst sight it seemed as if they were laughing at the little, stoutly-built, pink-faced man, but, on the contrary, they were smiles ofadmiration. 

"I couldn't ha' believed it, Mas' Don, " said Jem; "I feel as fresh as adaisy, and--well, I never did! Mas' Don, what a guy you do look!"

Don, after a momentary thought that he looked something like one of theold Romans in a toga, just as he had seen them in an engraving, had beenso taken up with the beauty of the ferny gully, with the sun gildinghere and there the steamy vapour which rose from the hot springs, thathe had thought no more of his personal appearance till Jem spoke. 

"Guy?" he said, laughing, as he ran his eye over Jem. "I say, did youever hear the story of the pot and the kettle?"

"Yes, of course; but I say, my lad, I don't look so rum as you, do I?"

"I suppose you look just about the same, Jem. "

"Then the sooner they gets our clothes dry and we're into 'em again, thesooner we shall look like human beings. Say, Mas' Don, it's werryawkward; you can't say anything to that big savage without him shouting`pakeha. ' How shall we ask for our clothes?"

"Wait, " said Don. "We've got to think about getting further away. "

"Think they'll send to look for us, Mas' Don?"

"I should say they would. "

"Well, somehow, " said Jem, "I seem to fancy they'll think we're drowned, and never send at all. But, look here; what's all this yaller stuff?"

"Sulphur. "

"What, brimstone? Why, so it is. Think o' their buying brimstone tolay down about their hot baths. I know!" cried Jem, slapping his thigh, "they uses it instead of coal, Mas' Don; burns it to make the waterhot. "

"No, no, Jem; that's natural sulphur. "

"So's all sulphur nat'ral. "

"But I mean this is where it is found, or comes. "

"G'long with you. "

"It is, Jem; and that water is naturally hot. "

"What, like it is at Bath?"

"To be sure. "

"Well, that caps all. Some one said so the other day aboard ship, but Ididn't believe it. Fancy a set o' savages having hot water all readyfor them. I say, though, Mas' Don, it's very nice. "

Just then Ngati came up smiling, but as Jem afterwards said, lookinglike a figure-head that was going to bite, and they were led off to a_whare_ and furnished with a good substantial meal. 

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE. 

AN UNWELCOME RECOGNITION. 

"It arn't bad, " said Jem; "but it's puzzling. "

"What is?" said Don, who was partaking of broiled fish with no littleappetite. 

"Why, how savages like these here should know all about cooking. "

The breakfast was eaten with an admiring circle of spectators at hand, while Ngati kept on going from Don to his tribesmen and back again, patting the lad's shoulder, and seeming to play the part of showman withno little satisfaction to himself, but with the effect of making Jemwroth. 

"It's all very well, Mas' Don, " he said, with his mouth full; "but if hecomes and says `my pakeha' to me, I shall throw something at him. "

"Oh, it's all kindly meant, Jem. "

"Oh, is it? I don't know so much about that. If it is, why don't theygive us back our clothes? Suppose any of our fellows was to see us likethis?"

"I hope none of our fellows will see us, Jem. "

"Tomati Paroni! Tomati Paroni!" shouted several of the men in chorus. 

"Hark at 'em!" cried Jem scornfully. "What does that mean?"

The explanation was given directly, for the tattooed Englishmen camerunning up to the _whare_. 

"Boats coming from the ship to search for you, " he said quickly, andthen turned to Ngati and spoke a few words with the result that thechief rushed at the escaped pair, and signed to them to rise. 

"Yes, " said the Englishman, "you had better go with him and hide for abit. We'll let you know when they are gone. "

"Tell them to give us our clothes, " said Jem sourly. 

"Yes, of course. They would tell tales, " said the Englishman; and heturned again to Ngati, who sent two men out of the _whare_ to returndirectly with the dried garments. 

Ngati signed to them to follow, and he led them, by a faintly markedtrack, in and out among the trees and the cleared patches which formedthe natives' gardens, and all the while carefully avoiding any openingsthrough which the harbour could be seen. 

Every now and then he turned to speak volubly, but though heinterpolated a few English words, his meaning would have beenincomprehensible but for his gestures and the warnings nature keptgiving of danger. 

For every here and there, as they wound in and out among the trees, theycame upon soft, boggy places, where the ground was hot; and as thepressure of the foot sent hissing forth a jet of steam, it was evidentthat a step to right or left of the narrow track meant being plungedinto a pool of heated mud of unknown depth. 

In other places the hot mud bubbled up in rounded pools, spitting, hissing, and bursting with faint cracks that were terribly suggestive ofdanger. 

Over these heated spots the fertility and growth of the plants wasastounding. They seemed to be shooting up out of a natural hothouse, but where to attempt to pass them meant a terrible and instant death. 

"Look out, Mas' Don! This here's what I once heard a clown say, `It'sdangerous to be safe. ' I say, figgerhead, arn't there no other way?"

"Ship! Men! Catchee, catchee, " said Ngati, in a whisper. 

"Hear that, Mas' Don? Any one'd think we was babbies. Ketchy, ketchy, indeed! You ask him if there arn't no other way. I don't like walkingin a place that's like so much hot soup. "

"Be quiet, and follow. Hist! Hark!"

Don stopped short, for, from a distance, came a faint hail, followed byanother nearer, which seemed to be in answer. 

"They're arter us, sir, and if we're to be ketched I don't mean to beketched like this. "

"What are you going to do, Jem?"

"Do?" said Jem, unrolling his bundled-up clothes, and preparing to sitdown, "make myself look like an ornery Chrishtun. "

"Don't sit down there, Jem!" cried Don, as Ngati gave a warning cry atthe same moment, and started back. 

But they were too late, for Jem had chosen a delicately green mossy andferny patch, and plumped himself down, to utter a cry of horror, andsnatch at the extended hands. For the green ferny patch was a thincovering over a noisome hole full of black boiling mud, into which thepoor fellow was settling as he was dragged out. 

"Fah!" ejaculated Jem, pinching his nose. "Here, I've had 'most enougho' this place. Nice sort o' spot this would be to turn a donkey out tograze. Why, you wouldn't find nothing but the tips of his earsto-morrow morning. "

Another hail rang out, and was answered in two places. 

"I say, Mas' Don, they're hunting for us, and we shall have to run. "

He made signs to the chief indicative of a desire to run, but Ngatishook his head, and pointed onward. 

They followed on, listening to the shouts, which came nearer, till Ngatisuddenly took a sharp turn round a great buttress of lava, and entered awild, narrow, forbidding-looking chasm, where on either side the black, jagged masses of rock were piled up several hundred feet, and madeglorious by streams which coursed among the delicately green ferns. 

"Look's damp, " said Jem, as Ngati led them on for about fifty yards, andthen began to climb, his companions following him, till he reached ashelf about a hundred feet up, and beckoned to them to come. 

"Does he think this here's the rigging of a ship, and want us to setsail?" grumbled Jem. "Here, I say, what's the good of our comingthere?"

The chief stamped his foot, and made an imperious gesture, which broughtthem to his side. 

He pointed to a hole in the face of the precipice, and signed to them togo in. 

"Men--boat, " he said, pointing, and then clapping his hand to his ear asa distant hail came like a whisper up the gully, which was almost atright angles to the beach. 

"He wants us to hide here, Jem, " said Don; and he went up to theentrance and looked in. A hot, steamy breath of air came like a puffinto his face, and a strange low moaning noise fell upon his ear, followed by a faint whistle, that was strongly suggestive of some onebeing already in hiding. 

"I suppose that's where they keeps their coals, Mas' Don, " said Jem. "So we've got to hide in the coal-cellar. Why not start off and run?"

"We should be seen, " said Don anxiously. "Don't let us do anythingrash. "

"But p'r'aps it's rash to go in there, my lad. How do we know it isn'ta trap, or that it's safe to go in?"

"We must trust our hosts, Jem, " replied Don. "They have behaved verywell to us so far. "

There was another hail from the party ashore, and still Jem hesitated. 

"I don't know but what we might walk straight away, Mas' Don, " he said, glancing down at the garb he wore. "If any of our fellows saw us at adistance they'd say we was savages, and take no notice. "

"Not of our white faces, Jem? Come, don't be obstinate; I'm going on. "

"Oh, well, sir, if you go on, o' course I must follow, and look arteryou; but I don't like it. The place looks treacherous. Ugh! Wurra!Wurra! Wurra!"

That repeated word represents most nearly the shudder given by JemWimble as he followed Don into the cave, the chief pointing for them togo farther in, and then dropping rapidly down from point to point tillhe was at the bottom, Jem peering over the edge of the shelf, andwatching him till he had disappeared. 

"Arn't gone to tell them where we are, have he, Mas' Don?"

"No, Jem. How suspicious you are!"

"Ah, so'll you be when you get as old as I am, " said Jem, creeping backto where Don was standing, looking inward. "Well, what sort of a placeis it, Mas' Don?"

"I can't see in far, but the cavern seems to go right in, like a longcrooked passage. "

"Crooked enough, and long enough, " grumbled Jem. "Hark!"

Don listened, and heard a faint hail. 

"They're coming along searching for us, I suppose. "

"I didn't mean that sound; I meant this. There, listen again. "

Don took a step into the cave, but went no farther, for Jem gripped hisarm. 

"Take care, my lad. 'Tarn't safe. Hear that noise?"

"Yes; it is like some animal breathing hard. "

"And we've got no pistols nor cutlashes. It's a lion, I know. "

"There are no lions here, Jem. "

"Arn't there? Then it's a tiger. I know un. I've seen 'em. Hark!"

"But there are no tigers, nor any other fierce beasts here, Jem. "

"Now, how can you be so obstinate, Mas' Don, when you can hear 'emwhistling, and sighing and breathing hard right in yonder. No, no, nota step farther do you go. "

"Don't be so foolish, Jem. "

"'Tarn't foolish, Mas' Don; and look here: I'm going to take advantageof them being asleep to put on my proper costoom, and if you'll take myadvice, you'll do just the same. "

Don hesitated, but Jem took advantage of a handy seat-like piece ofrock, and altered his dress rapidly, an example that, after a moment ortwo of hesitation, Don followed. 

"Dry as a bone, " said Jem. "Come, that's better. I feels like a humanbeing now. Just before I felt like a chap outside one of the shows atour fair. "

He doubled up the blanket he had been wearing, and threw it over hisarm; while Don folded his, and laid it down, so that he could peer overthe edge of the shelf, and command the entrance to the ravine. 

But all was perfectly silent and deserted, and, after waiting some time, he rose, and went a little way inside the cavern. 

"Don't! Don't be so precious rash, Mas' Don, " cried Jem pettishly, as, urged on by his curiosity, Don went slowly, step by step, toward whatseemed to be a dark blue veil of mist, which shut off farther view intothe cave. 

"I don't think there's anything to mind, or they wouldn't have told usto hide here. "

"But you don't know, my lad. There may be dangerous wild critters inthere as you never heard tell on. Graffems, and dragons, and beastswith stings in their tails--cockatoos. "

"Nonsense! Cockatrices, " said Don laughing. 

"Well, it's all the same. Now, do be advised, Mas' Don, and stop here. "

"But I want to know what it's like farther in. "

Don went slowly forward into the dim mist, and Jem followed, murmuringbitterly at his being so rash. 

"Mind!" he cried suddenly, as a louder whistle than ordinary came fromthe depths of the cave, and the sound was so weird and strange that Donstopped short. 

The noise was not repeated, but the peculiar hissing went on, and, as iffrom a great distance, there came gurglings and rushing sounds, as iffrom water. 

"I know we shall get in somewhere, and not get out again, Mas' Don. There now, hark at that!"

"It's only hot water, the same as we heard gurgling in our bath, " saidDon, still progressing. 

"Well, suppose it is. The more reason for your not going. P'r'aps thisis where it comes from first, and nice place it must be where all thatwater's made hot. Let's go back, and wait close at the front. "

"No; let's go a little farther, Jem. "

"Why, I'm so hot now, my lad, I feel as if I was being steamed like atater. Here, let's get back, and--"

"Hist!"

Don caught his arm, for there was another whistle, and not from thedepths of the dark steamy cave, but from outside, evidently below themouth of the cave, as if some one was climbing up. 

The whistle was answered, and the two fugitives crept back a little moreinto the darkness. 

"Ahoy! Come up here, sir!" shouted a familiar voice, and a hail cameback. 

"Here's a hole in the rocks up here, " came plainly now. 

"Ramsden, " whispered Don in Jem's ear. 

They stole back a little more into the gloom, Jem offering no oppositionnow, for it seemed to them, so plainly could they see the brightgreenish-hued daylight, and the configuration of the cavern's mouth, that so sure as any one climbed up to the shelf and looked in they wouldbe seen. 

Impressed by this, Don whispered to Jem to come farther in, and theywere about to back farther, when there was a rustling sound, and thefigure of a man appeared standing up perfectly black against the light;but though his features were not visible, they knew him by hisconfiguration, and that their guess at the voice was right. 

"He sees us, " thought Don, and he stood as if turned to stone, one handtouching the warm rocky side of the cave, and the other resting uponJem's shoulder. 

The man was motionless as they, and his appearance exercised an effectupon them like fascination, as he stood peering forward, and seeming tofix them with his eyes, which had the stronger fancied effect upon themfor not being seen. 

"Wonder whether it would kill a man to hit him straight in the chest, and drive him off that rock down into the gully below, " said Jem tohimself. "I should like to do it. "

Then he shrank back as if he had been struck, for the sinister scoundrelshouted loudly, --

"Ahoy there! Now, then out you come. I can see you hiding. "

CHAPTER THIRTY. 

A DETERMINED ENEMY. 

Don drew a long breath and took a step forward to march out and givehimself up, but Jem's hands clasped him round, a pair of lips wereplaced to his ear, and the yard-man's voice whispered, --

"Stand fast. All sham. He can't see. "

Don paused, wondering, and watched the dark figure in the entrance tothe cave, without dismay now, till, to his surprise, the man began towhistle softly. 

"Likely place too, " he muttered. "Are you coming up here, sir?"

"What is it?"

"Likely looking cave, sir; runs right in; looks as if they might behiding in here. "

There was a rattling and rustling of stones and growth, and then the manat the entrance stooped down and held out his hands to assist some oneto ascend, the result being that the broad heavy figure of Bosun Jonescame into view. 

"Not likely to be here, my lad, even if they were in hiding; but this isa wild goose chase. They're dead as dead. "

"P'r'aps so, sir; but I think they're in hiding somewhere. Praps here. "

"Humph! No. Poor fellows, they were drowned. "

"No, sir, I don't think it, " said Ramsden. "Those niggers looked as ifthey knew something, and that tattooed fellow who has run away fromNorfolk Island has encouraged them to desert. As like as not they maybe in here listening to all I say. "

"Well then, go in and fetch them out, " said the boatswain. "You can goin while I have a rest. "

Don's heart beat fast at those words, for he heard a loud hissing soundbeside him, caused by Jem drawing in his breath; and the next moment, ashe held his arm, he felt a thrill, for it seemed as if Jem's muscles hadtightened up suddenly. 

Then there was a hot breath upon his cheek, and a tickling sensation inhis ear beyond; Jem's lips seemed to settle themselves against it, andthe tickling sensation was renewed, as Jem whispered, --

"I've cleared my decks for action, Mas' Don. It was that beggar as toldon us. You stand aside when he comes on. "

Don twisted his head round, caught Jem by the shoulder, and favoured himwith the same buzzing sensation as he whispered, --

"What are you going to do?"

Jem re-applied his lips to Don's ear. 

"I'm going to make him very sorry he ever come to sea. Once I gets holdof him I'll make him feel like a walnut in a door. "

"Don't look a very cheerful place, Mr Jones, " came from the mouth ofthe cavern. 

"Afraid to go in?"

"Afraid, sir? You never knew me afraid. "

"Well, in you go and fetch them out, " said the boatswain with a laugh. "If you don't come back I shall know that the Maoris have got you, andare saving you for the pot. "

From where Don and Jem stood in the darkness they could see their spyingsinister friend give quite a start; but he laughed off the impressionthe boatswain's words had made, and began to come cautiously on, feelinghis way as a man does who has just left the bright sunshine to enter adark place. 

Jem uttered a loud hiss as he drew his breath, and Ramsden heard it andstopped. 

"Mr Jones, " he said sharply. 

"Well?"

"Think there's any big snakes here? I heard a hiss. "

"Only steam from a hot spring. No snakes in this country. "

"Oh!" ejaculated Ramsden: and he came cautiously on. 

Don felt Jem's arm begin to twitch, and discovery seemed imminent. Fora few moments he was irresolute, but, knowing that if they were toescape they must remain unseen, he let his hand slide down to Jem'swrist, caught it firmly, and began to back farther into the cave. 

For a few moments he had to drag hard at his companion but, as ifyielding to silently communicated superior orders Jem followed himslowly, step by step, with the greatest of caution, and in uttersilence. 

The floor of the cave was wonderfully smooth, the rock feeling as if ithad been worn by the constant passage over it of water, and using theirbare feet as guides, and feeling with them every step, they backed in asfast as Ramsden approached, being as it were between two dangers, thatof recapture, and the hidden perils, whatever they might be, of thecave. 

It was nerve-stirring work, for all beyond was intense darkness, out ofwhich, as they backed farther and farther in, came strange whisperings, guttural gurglings, which sounded to Don as if the inhabitants of theplace were retiring angrily before their disturbers, till, driven to bayin some corner, they turned and attacked. 

But still Don held tightly by Jem's wrist, and mastering his dread ofthe unknown, crept softly in, turning from time to time to watchRamsden, who came on as if some instinct told him that those he soughtfor were there. 

"Found 'em?" shouted the boatswain; and his voice taught the hiding pairthat the cave went far in beyond them, for the sound went muttering by, and seemed to die away as if far down a long passage. 

"Not yet, but I think I can hear 'em, " replied Ramsden. 

"You can hear a self-satisfied fool talking, " said the boatswain, ill-humouredly. 

"So can Mr Jones, " muttered the man. "Hear you. That's what I canhear. "

"What are you muttering about?"

"I think I can hear 'em, sir. Now then, you two, give up. It'll be theworse for you if you don't. "

Don's hand tightened on his companion's wrist, and they stood fast, forRamsden was stopping in a bent attitude, listening. 

There was nothing to be heard but the whisperings and gurglings, andthen they saw him draw his cutlass and come on. 

Jem's muscles gave another jerk, but he suffered himself to be drawnfarther and farther into the cave, till they must have been quite twohundred yards from the mouth; and now, for the first time, the almoststraight line which it had formed, changed, and they lost sight of theentrance, but could see the shadow of their enemy cast upon theglistening wall of the place, down which the water seemed to drip, giving it the look of glass. 

All at once Don, as he crept back, felt his left foot, instead ofencountering the smooth rock floor, go down, and as he quickly withdrewit and felt nearer to him, it was to touch the edge of what seemed agreat crack crossing the floor diagonally. 

As he paused, he felt that it might be a "fault" of a few inches inwidth or depth, or a vast chasm going right down into the bowels of themountain!

"There's a hole here, " he whispered to Jem. "Hold my hand. "

Jem gripped him firmly, and he reached out with one leg, and felt overthe side outward and downward; and, just as he was coming to theconclusion that the place was terribly deep, and a shudder at the dangerwas running through him, he found that he could touch bottom. 

He was in the act of recovering himself, so as to try how wide the crackor fault might be, when a peculiar strangling sensation attacked him, and he felt that he was falling. 

The next thing he felt was Jem's lips to his ear, and feeling hiswhisper, --

"Hold on, lad. What's the matter?"

He panted and drew his breath in a catching way for a few minutes beforewhispering back, --

"Nothing. Only a sudden giddiness. "

Jem made no comment, but gripped his hand tightly, and they stoodlistening, for the shadow cast faintly on the walls was motionless, andit was evident that their enemy was listening. 

"I'm going on, Ramsden, " said the boatswain. "Come along!"

"All right, sir. Join you as soon as I've got my prisoners. "

"Hold 'em tight, " shouted the boatswain, and then there was a loudrustling sound, followed by the words faintly heard, "Look sharp. It'sof no use fooling there. "

Don could hear Ramsden mutter something, but he did not seem to becoming on; and mastering the dull, sluggish feeling, accompanied by athrobbing headache, the lad stole cautiously back to where he could lookround and see their approaching enemy between them and the light. 

To his intense surprise he found the man had his back to them, and wasretiring; but as he watched, Ramsden made an angry gesticulation, turnedsharply and came on again, but seemed to catch his foot against aprojecting piece of rock, stumble and fall forward, his cutlass flyingtwo or three yards on before him with a loud jingling noise. 

What followed riveted Don to the spot. 

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE. 

GOOD FOR EVIL. 

Ramsden struggled to his feet as if with an effort, and stood holdinghis hand to his head, evidently hurt. The next moment he steppedforward, staggering slightly, stooped to pick up his cutlass, and fellforward, uttered a groan, rose up again, and fell down once more, thistime to lie without motion. 

"Jem, " whispered Don, "look at that!"

"Was looking, " whispered back Jem. "Hit his head; sarve him right. "

Ramsden did not move, and the two fugitives stood anxiously watching. 

"What shall we do?"

"Wait! He'll soon come round and go. May as well sit down. "

Jem lowered himself to a sitting position, and was in the act of tryingto rest on his elbow when he gasped quickly two or three times, andcaught at Don, who helped him to a kneeling position, from which hestruggled up. 

"Hah!" he ejaculated; "just as if some one caught me by the throat. Oh, how poorly I do feel. Just you put your head down there, Mas' Don. "

Don stood thinking and trying to grasp what it meant. Then, with somehazy recollection of dangers encountered in old wells, he bent downcautiously and started up again, for it gradually dawned upon both thatfor about two feet above the floor there was a heavy stratum ofpoisonous gas, so potent that it overcame them directly; and it was intothis they had plunged as soon as they had stooped down. 

"Why, Jem, " panted Don; "it stops your breath!"

"Stops your breath? It's just as if a man got hold of you by thethroat. Why, if I'd stopped in that a minute I should never have got upagain. "

"But--but, that man?" whispered Don. 

"What, old Ramsden? Phew! I'd forgot all about him. He's quietenough. "

"Jem, he must be dying. "

"I won't say, `good job, too, ' 'cause it wouldn't be nice, " said Jem, with a chuckle. "What shall us do?"

"Do?" cried Don. "We must help him. "

"What, get him out? If we do, he'll be down on us. "

"We can't help that, Jem. We must not leave a fellow-creature to die, "replied Don; and hurrying forward, he gave a glance toward the mouth ofthe cave, to satisfy himself that the good-natured boatswain was notthere, and then, holding his breath, he stooped down and raised Ramsdeninto a sitting posture, Jem coming forward at once to help him. 

"Goes ag'in the grain, Mas' Don, " he muttered; "but I s'pose we must. "

"Must? Yes! Now, what shall we do?"

"Dunno, " said Jem; "s'pose fresh air'd be best for him. "

"Let's get him to the mouth, then, " said Don. 

"But the boatswain 'll see us, and we shall be took. "

"I can't help that, Jem; the man will die here. "

"Well, we don't want him. He's a hennymee. "

"Jem!"

"Oh, all right, Mas' Don. I'll do as you say, but as I says, and I saysit again, it goes ag'in the grain. "

They each took one hand and placed their arms beneath those of theprostrate man; and, little as they stooped, they inhaled sufficient ofthe powerful gas to make them wince and cough; but, rising upright, taking a full breath and starting off, they dragged Ramsden backwards asrapidly as they could to where the fresh air blew into the mouth of thecave, and there they laid the man down. 

But before doing so, Don went upon his knees, and placing his face closeto the rocky floor, inhaled the air several times. 

"It seems all right here, " he said. "Try it, Jem. "

"Oh! I'll try it, " said Jem, grumpily; "only I don't see why we shouldtake so much trouble about such a thing as this. "

"Yes; it's all right, " he said, after puffing and blowing down by theground. "Rum, arn't it, that the air should be bad yonder and not closein here!"

"The cave goes downward, " said Don; "and the foul air lies in thebottom, just as it does in a well. Do you think he's dead?"

"Him dead!" said Jem, contemptuously; "I don't believe you could kill athing like that. Here, let's roll up one of these here blanket thingsand make him a pillow, and cover him up with the other, poor fellow, soas he may get better and go and tell 'em we're here. "

"Don't talk like that, Jem!" cried Don. 

"Why not? Soon as he gets better he'll try and do us all the harm hecan. "

"Poor fellow! I'm afraid he's dead, " whispered Don. 

"Then he won't want no more cutlashes and pistols, " said Jem, coollyappropriating the arms; "these here will be useful to us. "

"But they are the king's property, Jem. "

"Ah! Well, I dessay if the king knew how bad we wanted 'em, he'd lend'em to us. He shall have 'em again when we've done with them. "

As he spoke Jem helped himself to the ammunition, and then stood lookingon as Don dragged Ramsden's head round, so that the wind blew in hisface. 

"How I should like to jump on him!" growled Jem. "I hate him likepoison, and I would if I'd got on a pair o' boots. Shouldn't hurt him abit like this. "

"Don't talk nonsense, Jem. Mr Jones might hear us. Let's hail; hecan't be very far off. "

"I say, Mas' Don, did our ugly swim last night send you half mad?"

"Mad? No!"

"Then, p'r'aps it's because you had no sleep. Here's a chap comeshunting of us down with a cutlash, ready to do anything; and now he'sfloored and we're all right, you want to make a pet on him. Why, it'smy belief that if you met a tiger with the toothache you'd want to takeout his tusk. "

"Very likely, Jem, " said Don, laughing. 

"Ah, and as soon as you'd done it, `thankye, my lad, ' says the tiger, `that tooth's been so bad that I haven't made a comf'table meal fordays, so here goes. '"

"And then he'd eat me, Jem. "

"That's so, my lad. "

"Ah, well, this isn't a tiger, Jem. "

"Why, he's wuss than a tiger, Mas' Don; because he do know better, andtigers don't. "

"Ramsden, ahoy!" came from below them in the ravine. 

"Oh, crumpets!" exclaimed Jem. "Now we're done for. All that long swimfor nothing. "

"Back into the cave, " whispered Don. "Perhaps they have not seen us. "

He gave Jem a thrust, they backed in a few yards, and then stoodwatching and listening. 

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO. 

CLOSE SHAVING. 

"Think he's insensible, or only shamming?" said Jem. 

"Insensible--quite! I'm afraid he's dead. "

"I arn't, " muttered Jem. "You might cut him up like a heel; legs andarms and body, and every bit of him would try and do you a mischief. "

"I'm afraid, though, that he knew we were in here, and that as soon ashe comes to, he'll tell the others. "

"Not he. It was only his gammon to frighten us into speaking if we werethere. "

"Ramsden, ahoy!" came again from below; and then from a distance cameanother hail, which the same voice answered--evidently from somedistance below the mouth of the cave. 

"Ramsden! Here, my man; come along, they're not in there. "

"Hear that, Jem? Mr Jones. "

"Oh yes, I hear, " growled Jem. "He don't know yet; but wait a bit tillold Ram tells him. "

"We couldn't slip out yet, Jem?"

"No; o' course not. They'd see us now. Look!"

Jem was about to draw back, but feeling that a movement might betraythem, Don held him fast, and they stood there in the shadow of the cave, looking on, for the boatswain's head appeared as he drew himself up theprecipitous place, and then stepped on the shelf. 

"Here, come out, sir! Are you asleep? Hah!"

He caught sight of the prostrate sailor, and bent down over him. 

"Why, Ramsden, man!" he cried, as he tore open his sailor's shirt andplaced his hand upon his throat. 

Then, starting up, he sent forth a tremendous hail. 

"Ahoy!"

"Ahoy!" came back from several places, like the echoes of his call. 

"Come on here! Quick!" he shouted, with his hands to his mouth. 

"Ahoy!" came from a distance; and from nearer at hand, "Ay, ay, sir; ay, ay!"

From where Don and Jem stood they could see the boatswain's everymovement, as, after once more feeling the sailor's throat and wrist, hebent over him and poured water from his bottle between his lips, bathedhis forehead and eyes, and then fanned him with his hat, but withouteffect. 

Then he looked out anxiously and hailed again, the replies coming fromclose by; and soon after first one and then another sailor, whose faceswere quite familiar, climbed up to the shelf, when the boatswainexplained hastily how he had left his companion. 

"Some one knocked him down?" said one of his men. 

"No; he's not hurt. I should say it's a fit. More water. Don't beafraid!"

Each of the men who had climbed up carried a supply, and a quantity wasdashed over Ramsden's face with the effect that he began to displaysigns of returning consciousness, and at last sat up and stared. 

"What's matter, mate?" said one of the men, as Don prepared to hurryback into the darkness, but longed to hear what Ramsden would say. 

It was a painful moment, for upon his words seemed to depend theirsafety. 

"Matter? I don't know--I--"

He put his hand to his head. 

"Here, take a drink o' this, mate, " said one of the men, and Ramsdenswallowed some water with avidity. 

"Arn't seen a ghost, have you?"

"I recollect now, Mr Jones. You left me in that hole. "

"And called to you to come out. "

"Yes, but--"

Don's heart beat furiously. They were discovered, and now the betrayalwas to come. 

"Well, what happened?" said the boatswain. 

"I felt sure that those two were in this place, and I went on fartherinto the darkness till I kicked against something and fell down. "

"Out here and stunned yourself. "

"No, no; in there! I'd got up and picked up my cutlash, and thensomething seemed to choke me, and I went down again. "

Jem squeezed Don's arm, for they both felt more hopeful. 

"And then one of they chaps came and give you a crack on the head?" saida sailor. 

Don's heart sank again. 

"Nonsense!" said his old friend, the boatswain. "Foul air. He musthave staggered out and fallen down insensible. "

Jem gripped Don's arm with painful force here. 

"How do you feel? Can you walk?"

Ramsden rose slowly, and staggered, but one of the men caught his arm. 

"I--I think I can. "

"Well, we must get you down to the boat as soon as we can walk, if youare able. If you can't, we must carry you. "

"But them chaps, " said one of the party, just as Don and Jem werebeginning to breathe freely. "Think they're in yonder, mate?"

"I--I think so, " said Ramsden faintly. "You had better search. "

"What! A place full of foul air?" said the boatswain, greatly to Don'srelief. "Absurd! If Ramsden could not live in there, how could theescaped men? Here, let's get him down. "

"Ay, ay, sir. But I say, mate, where's your fighting tools? What yerdone with them?"

Don made an angry gesticulation, and turned to Jem, who had the pistolsand cutlass in his hand and waistbelt, and felt as if he should like tohurl them away. 

"He must have dropped them inside. Here, one of you come with me andget them. "

Don shrank back into the stony passage as a man volunteered, but theboatswain hesitated. 

"No, " he said, to Don's great relief; "I can't afford to run risks forthe sake of a pair of pistols. "

"Let me go in, " said the man. 

"I'm not going to send men where I'm afraid to go myself, " said theboatswain bluntly. "Come on down. "

The boatswain led the way, and Ramsden was helped down, the man who hadvolunteered to go in the cavern to fetch the pistols manoeuvring so asto be last, and as soon as the party had disappeared over the shelf hegave a glance after them, and turned sharply. 

"Foul air won't hurt me, " he said; and he dived right in rapidly toregain the pistols and cutlass, so as to have the laugh of his messmateswhen they returned on board. 

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE. 

ANOTHER ALARM. 

"It's all over, " thought Don, as the man came on, with discoveryinevitable if he continued at his present rate. They were about fiftyfeet from the entrance, and they felt that if they moved they would beheard; and, as if urged by the same impulse, they stood fast, save thatJem doubled his fist and drew back his arm ready to strike. 

All at once the man stopped short. 

"He sees us, " said Don, mentally. 

But he was wrong, for the sailor thrust his fingers into his mouth andgave a shrill whistle, which ran echoing through the place in acuriously hollow way. 

"That's a rum un, " he said, with a laugh. "Blow some o' the foul airout. Wonder how far he went in?"

He walked on slowly, and then stopped short as if he saw the hidingpair; but there was no gesture made, and of course his face wasinvisible to the fugitives, to whom he seemed to be nothing but a blackfigure. 

"Plaguey dark!" ejaculated the man aloud. 

_Hiss-s-s-s_!

A tremendously loud sibillation came out of the darkness--such a noiseas a mythical dragon might have made when a stranger had invaded hishome. The effect was instantaneous. The young sailor spun round anddarted back to the mouth of the cave, where he half lowered himself downover the shelf facing toward the entry, and supporting himself with onehand, shook his fist. 

"You wait till I come back with a lanthorn!" he cried. "I'll just showyou. Don't you think I'm scared. "

_Whos-s-s-s-s_ came that hissing again, in a loud deep tone this time, and the sailor's head disappeared, for he dropped down and hastilydescended after his messmates, flushed and excited, but trying hard tolook perfectly unconcerned, and thoroughly determined to keep his owncounsel as to what he had heard, from a perfect faith in the effect ofthe disclosure--to wit, that his companions would laugh at him. 

Inside the cave Jem was leaning up against the wall, making strangenoises and lifting up first one foot and then the other. He seemed tobe suffering agonies, for he puffed and gasped. 

"Jem, be quiet!" whispered Don, shaking him sharply. 

"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" groaned Jem, lifting up his bare feetalternately, and setting them down again with a loud pat on the rock. 

"Be quiet! They may hear you. "

"Hit me then! Give it me. Ho, ho, ho!"

"Jem, we are safe now, and you'll undo it all if you're not quiet. "

"Knock me then, Mas' Don. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Hi: me; a good un, dearlad. Ho, ho, ho, ho!"

"Oh, do be quiet! How can you be such an ass?"

"I dunno! Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Did you see him run, Mas' Don? I--ohdear, I can't help it. Do knock me down and sit on me, dear lad--Inever--oh dear me!"

Jem laughed till Don grew angry, and then the sturdy little fellowstopped short and stood wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. 

"I couldn't help it, Mas' Don, " he said. "I don't think I ever laughedso much before. There, I'm better now. Shan't have any more laugh inme for a twelvemonth. Hiss! Whoss-s-s!"

He made the two sounds again, and burst into another uncontrollable fitof laughter at the success of his ruse; but this time Don caught him bythe throat, and he stopped at once. 

"Hah!" he ejaculated, and wiped his eyes again. "Thankye, Mas' Don;that's just what you ought to ha' done before. There, it's all overnow. What are you going to do?"

"Watch them, " said Don, laconically; and he crept to the mouth of thecave, and peered cautiously over the edge of the shelf, but all wasquiet; and beyond a distant hail or two, heard after listening for someminutes, there was nothing to indicate that the search party had beenthere. 

"We must be well on the look-out, Jem. Your stupid trick may bring themback. "

"Stoopid? Well, I do like that, Mas' Don, after saving us both as Idid. "

"I'd say let's go on at once, only we might meet some of them. "

"And old `My pakeha' wouldn't know where to find us. I say, Mas' Don, what are we going to do? Stop here with these people, and old Tomati, or go on at once and shift for ourselves?"

"We cannot shift for ourselves in a country like this without some wayof getting food. "

"Hush!" exclaimed Jem sharply. 

"What's the matter?" cried Don, making for the inner part of theirhiding-place. 

"No, no; don't do that. It's all right, Mas' Don, only don't sayanything more about food. I feel just now as if I could eat you. It'shorrid how hungry I am. "

"You see then, " said Don, "how helpless we are. "

"Yes; if it was only a biscuit I wouldn't mind just now, for there don'tseem to be nothing to eat here, nor nothing to drink. "

They stood leaning against the rocky wall, not caring to risk sittingdown on account of the foul air, and not daring to go to the mouth ofthe cave for fear of being seen, till Don suggested that they shouldsteal there cautiously, and lie down with their faces beyond the cavernfloor. 

This they did, glad of the restful change; but hours passed and nosounds met their ears, save the hissing and gurgling from the interiorof the cave, and the harsh screech of some parrot or cockatoo. 

Every time a louder hiss than usual came from the interior, Jem becameconvulsed, and threatened another explosion of laughter, in spite ofDon's severely reproachful looks; but in every case Jem's mirthful looksand his comic ways of trying to suppress his hilarity proved to be toomuch for Don, who was fain to join in, and they both laughed heartilyand well. 

It is a curious fact, one perhaps which doctors can explain, and itseems paradoxical. For it might be supposed that when any one washungry he would feel low-spirited, but all the same there is a stage inhunger when everything around the sufferer seems to wear a comic aspect, and the least thing sets him off laughing. 

This was the stage now with Jem and Don, for, the danger being past, they lay there at the mouth of the hole, now laughing at therecollection of the sailor's fright, now at the cries of some parrot orthe antics of a cockatoo which kept sailing round a large tree, whosehold on the steep rocky side of the ravine was precarious in theextreme. 

The presence of white people seemed to cause the bird the greatest ofwonder, and to pique his curiosity, and after a flit here and a flitthere, he invariably came near and sat upon a bare branch, from which hecould study the aspect of the two intruders. 

He was a lovely-looking bird as far as the tints of the plumage went;but his short hooked beak, with a tuft of feathers each side, andforward curved crest, gave him a droll aspect which delighted Jem, asthe bird came and sat upon a twig, shrieking and chattering at them in astate of the greatest excitement. 

"Look at his starshers, Mas' Don, " said Jem, as the bird's side tuftshalf covered the beak and then left it bare. "Look at his hair, too. Hasn't he brushed it up in a point? There, he heared what I said, andhas laid it down again. Look at him! Look at him! Did you ever seesuch a rum one in your life?"

For at that minute, after turning its head on one side for a good look, and then on the other, so as to inspect, them again, the bird seemed tohave an idea that it might gain a little more knowledge from a freshpoint of view, and to effect this turned itself completely upside down, hanging by its soft yoke toes, and playing what Jem called a game of_peep-to_!

This lasted for some minutes, and then the bird squatted upon the boughin a normal position, set up its feathers all over, and began tochatter. 

"Hark at him, Mas' Don. He's calling names. There, hit me if hedidn't. Did you hear him?"

"I heard him chatter. "

"Yes; but I mean calling us that `My pakeha--my pakeha!' that he did. "

"Nonsense!"

"Ah, you may say nonsense, but parrots and cockatoos is werry strangebirds. Wonderful what they knows and what they says. "

"I don't believe they know what they say, Jem. "

"Ah! That's because you're so young, Mas' Don. You'll know better someday. Parrots is as cunning as cunning. Well, now, did you ever see thelikes of that? He's laughing and jeering at us. "

For at that moment the bird began to bob its head up and down rapidly, gradually growing more excited, and chattering all the while, as itended by dancing first on one leg and then on the other, in the mosteccentric fashion. 

"I should like to have that bird, Jem, " said Don at last. 

"Should you? Then you wouldn't have me along with you. "

"I don't like him. I like a bird as can behave itself and whistle andsing and perch; but I don't like one as goes through all them monkeytricks. Wish I'd got a stone, I'd try and knock him off his perch. "

_Chur-r-r-r_! Shrieked the bird, and it let itself fall over backwards, dropping down head over heels like a tumbler pigeon, or an unfortunatewhich had been shot, and disappearing among the leaves far below. 

"There!" cried Jem, triumphantly; "now, what do you say to that? Heardwhat I said, he did, and thought I was going to throw. "

"Nonsense, Jem!"

"Ah! You may call it nonsense, Mas' Don, because you don't know better, but you didn't see him fall. "

"Yes, I saw him fall, and--hist! Creep back; there's some one coming!"

The secret of the bird's sudden disappearance was explained for therewas a rustling among the ferns far behind, as if some large body wasforcing its way along the ravine; and as Jem backed slowly into thecavern, Don cautiously peered from behind a mass of stone into thehollow, to see that some one or something was approaching rapidly, as ifwith the intention of scaling the rock, and climbing to where they lay. 

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR. 

AMONG FRIENDS AGAIN. 

"It's all over with us, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, as soon as they weresome little distance in the retreat. "That blackguard Ramsden's sure, after all, that we're in here, and that Tom Hoppers has come to hissenses, and felt it was me as hissed at him, and they're coming to huntus out. "

"Let's hope not, Jem. "

"Yah! What's the good o' hoping. "

_Churr-urrt_ shrieked the cockatoo from far below. 

"There now, " said Jem. "Hark at that! He's telling 'em we're in here, and coming on before to show 'em the way. "

"What nonsense, Jem!"

_Churr-ur_! Shrieked the cockatoo, ever so much nearer. 

"Well, do you call that nonsense?" whispered Jem. 

"The bird's being cheered on; some one coming. "

_Churr_--_churr_--_churr-ur-ur_! Shrieked the cockatoo nearer, nearer, and then right in front of the cave, as it flew by. 

"All right, Mas' Don; I arn't going to hargue. You think your way, andI'll think mine; but if that wasn't saying in New Zealandee as those twomisfortunate chaps is hiding in this here hole, I never lived in Bristolcity, and I don't know sugar from tobacker. "

"Hist!" whispered Don. 

_Hiss-s-s-s_ came from far in the depths of the cave. 

_Gurgle-urgle-gugg-pap_! Went something of a liquid kind. 

"Here, I can't stand this here, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem; "let's make arush of it; and get right away in the woods. "

"Hush! There's some one coming, " whispered Don, drawing his companionfarther back into the darkness. 

"All right, Mas' Don! Take me in again where the bad air is; poison usboth. Good-bye, Sally, my gal. It's all over now; but I forgives you. Shake hands, Mas' Don. I don't bear you no ill-will, nor nobody else. Here they come. "

There was a rustling and panting noise, and they were on the tip-toe ofexpectation, when there was a heavy concussion, a deep-toned roar, andthen an echoing rumble as the sound reverberated among the mountains. Then utter silence. 

Jem gripped Don's arm with force, and stared at him wildly. 

"Well!" whispered Don. "It was only a gun from the ship to recall theboats. "

Jem stooped down and gave his leg a slap. 

"You are a clever one, Mas' Don, and no mistake. Why, o' course it is. I never thought it was that. "

"What did you think it was, then?"

"Some o' them hot water-works gone off, _bang_! And blown up themountain. --There!"

He pointed to a hideous-looking head appearing above the edge of theshelf, and seen by the evening light as it fell athwart it, thecountenance with its blue lines and scrolls ending in curls on eitherside of the nose was startling enough to make any one fear danger. 

The owner of the face climbed up to the shelf, followed by anotherbronzed figure, when Don recognised the second as the tattooedEnglishman, while there was no mistake about the first, for he made Jemgive an angry grunt as a human voice shouted, --

"My pakeha. "

"Somebody calling you, Mas' Don?"

"My pakeha!" shouted the New Zealander again. "Jemmeree Wimbee. "

"Eh! Here, I say, call a fellow by his right name!" cried Jem, steppingforward. 

The chief met him with advancing step, and caught him by the shoulders, and before Jem could realise what he was going to do, placed his bluenose against that which was coppery white, and gave it a peculiar rub. 

"Here, I say, don't!" cried Jem, struggling to free himself, when thechief seized Don in turn, and bent down and served him the same. 

"Don't you stand it, Mas' Don. Hit out. "

"Don't you, youngster, " said the Englishman. "It's only his friendlyway. "

"Yes, that's what they say at home when a big dog goes at you, andnearly rolls you over, " grumbled Jem. "I say, have you got anything toeat?"

"Not here, but plenty at Ngati's place. I'm glad to see you both safe, my lads. It gave me quite a turn when he told me he'd hidden you inhere. "

"Why?" said Don sharply. 

"Well, I'll tell you, my lad. There's a kind o' bad steam lies alongthe bottom farther in, and if a man was to lie down on the floor and goto sleep, I don't s'pose he'd ever wake again. Come along!"

"Where are the men from the ship?"

"Gone off with their mates. Didn't you hear the gun?"

Don nodded. 

"They've been searching all over for you. Can't make out whether youtwo got to shore, or were chopped up by the sharks out yonder. Theywon't come again till to-morrow, and you'll be safe till then. You mustbe hungry. "

"Hungry?" said Jem, with a mocking laugh. "Hungry? Lookye here: you'dbetter take me where there's something, or it won't be safe. I heardtell as people ate one another out here, and I didn't believe it, but Ido now. I'm ready for anything or anybody; so come along. "

Ngati took possession of Don, and led the way, evidently very proud ofhis young companion; whilst Jem followed with the Englishman down thegully slope, and then in and out among the trees, ferns, and bushes, till the dangerous hot and mud springs were passed, and the _whare_ wasreached. Then the weary fugitives were seated before what seemed tothem a banquet of well-cooked fish, fruits, and roots, with a kind ofhasty pudding preparation, which was far from bad. 

"Feel better, now?" said the Englishman, after he had sat and smokedtill they had done. 

"Better? Yes, I'm better, " said Jem; "but I should like to know onething. "

"Well, what is it?"

"Will they go on feeding us like this?"

"Yes; and if they don't, I will. "

"But--it don't--it don't mean any games, does it?" said Jem, in adoubting tone. 

"You mean making game of you?" said the Englishman with a broad grin. 

"Yes, hare or fezzun, " said Jem. 

The Englishman laughed, and turned to Don. 

"I'll see if you can't have a better hiding-place to-night. That wasvery dangerous, and I may as well tell you to mind where you go abouthere, for more than one poor fellow has been smothered in the hot mudholes, and scalded to death. "

"Is the water so hot as that?" said Don. 

"Hot? Why, those vegetables and things you ate were cooked in one ofthe boiling springs. "

"Phew!" whistled Jem. 

They sat talking in the moonlight afterwards, listening to the tattooedEnglishman, who spoke about what he had heard from the ship's crew. Among other things the news that they might sail at any time. 

Don started, and the tattooed Englishman noticed it. 

"Yes, " he said; "that means going away and leaving you two behind. Youdon't seemed pleased. "

Don looked up at him earnestly. 

"No, " he said; "I didn't at first. Don't think me ungrateful after whatyou've done. "

"I don't, my lad, " said the man, kindly; "I know what you feel. It'slike being shut away from every one you know; and you feel as if youwere going to be a savage, and never see England again. I feltsomething like that once; but I didn't come out like you did. Ah, well, that's neither here nor there. You're only a boy yet, with plenty o'time before you. Make yourself as happy as you can; these chaps are notso very bad when they don't want to get fighting, and I daresay you andme will be good enough friends. Eh? Hullo! What's the matter?"

He leaped to his feet, and Don, Jem, and the New Zealand savages aboutthem did the same, for half-a-dozen of Ngati's followers came running upwith news, which they communicated with plenty of gesticulations. 

"What are they a-saying on, Mas' Don? I wish I could speak NewZealandee. "

"Two boats' crews are coming ashore from the ship. I wish you two wasbrown and tattooed. "

Jem glanced wildly at Don. 

"Come on, " said the Englishman. "I must see if I can't hide you beforethey come. What?"

This last was to a fresh man, who ran up and said something. 

"Quick, my lads, " said the Englishman. "Your people are close at hand. "

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE. 

LEFT BEHIND. 

Tomati hurried out, followed by Don, but the latter was thrust back intothe hut directly, Tomati stretching out his arms so as to spread hisblanket wide to act as a screen, under cover of which Don and Jem werehalf pushed, half backed into the large gathering hut of the tribe, Ngati giving some orders quickly, the result of which was that Don andJem were hustled down into a sitting position and then thrown upon theirfaces. 

"Here, I'm not going to--"

"Hush, Jem. You'll be heard, " whispered Don. 

"Yes, but--lookye here. "

There was no time to say more. The first lieutenant of the ship, with amiddy, Bosun Jones, and about twenty men came marching up, to find agroup of Ngati's men seated in a close circle, their blankets spreadabout them and their heads bent forward, grunting together, and not somuch as looking round. 

The men were halted, and the lieutenant addressed the tattooedEnglishman. 

"Well!" he said; "where are our two men?"

"Ask the sharks, " said the renegade, shortly. 

"Humph! Yes. I suppose we shall have to. Poor wretches! The captainthought we'd have a last look round. But mind this, if they turn uphere, you and your men will detain them till we come back. I shall holdyou responsible. "

The Englishman grunted after the fashion of one of the savages. 

"I suppose you don't want to come home, eh?"

"No; I'm comfortable enough here as an emigrant. "

"An emigrant, eh? Look here, Master Tomati, if I did my duty, I supposeI should take you aboard, and hand you over to the authorities. "

"What for?" said the Englishman, surlily. 

"Escaping from Norfolk Island. That's right, isn't it?"

"Look here!" said the Englishman; "do you know, sir, that this is one ofthe worst parts of the coast, and that the people here think nothing ofattacking boats' crews and plundering them, and making them prisoners, and often enough killing and eating 'em?"

"Threatening, eh?" said the lieutenant. 

"Not I. But I'm a chief, and the people here would do everything I toldthem, and fight for me to a man. "

"Then you are threatening. "

"No, sir; I only wanted to remind you that your boats' crews have comeand gone in peace; that you have been allowed to go about ashore, andbeen supplied with fruit and vegetables, and never a thing missed. "

"That's true enough, " said the lieutenant. "Well, what of that? Aking's ship well-armed would keep a larger tribe than yours quiet!"

"Oh! Oh!" came from the group of natives. 

"Yes, I repeat it, " said the lieutenant sharply. "They can understandEnglish, then?"

"Of course they do, " said the tattooed man calmly, though he lookeduneasily at the group; "and as to your ship, sir, what's the good ofthat if we were to fight you ashore?"

"Do you want to fight, then?" said the lieutenant sharply. 

"It doesn't seem like it, when I've kept my tribe peaceful toward allyour crew, and made them trade honestly. "

"Out of respect to our guns. "

"Can you bring your guns along the valleys and up into the mountains?"

"No; but we can bring plenty of well-drilled fighting men. "

"Oh! Oh!" came in quite a long-drawn groan. 

"Yes, " said the lieutenant looking toward the group, "well-drilled, well-armed righting men, who would drive your people like leaves beforethe wind. But I don't want to quarrel. I am right, though; you are anescaped convict from Norfolk Island?"

"Yes, I am, " said the man boldly; "but I've given up civilisation, andI'm a Maori now, and the English Government had better leave me alone. "

"Well, I've no orders to take you. "

"Oh! Oh!" came again from the group: and Tomati turned sharply round, and said a few words indignantly in the Maori tongue, whose result was ahuddling closer together of the men in the group and utter silence. 

"They'll be quiet now, " said Tomati. "They understand an English wordnow and then. "

"Well, I've no more to say, only this--If those two men do come ashore, or you find that they have come ashore, you've got to seize them andmake them prisoners. Make slaves of them if you like till we comeagain, and then you can give them up and receive a good reward. "

"I shall never get any reward, " said Tomati, grimly. 

"Poor lads! No, " said the boatswain; "I'm afraid not. "

Just then there was a sharp movement among the Maoris, who set up a loudgrunting noise, which drew the attention of the lieutenant, and made themen laugh. 

"It's only their way, " said the Englishman gruffly. 

"Ah, a queer lot. Better come back to civilisation, my man, " said thelieutenant. 

"At Norfolk Island, sir?"

"Humph!" muttered the lieutenant; and facing his men round, he marchedthem back to the boats, after which they spent about four hours makingsoundings, and then returned to the ship. 

Almost before the sailors were out of hearing, there was a scuffle andagitation in the group, and Jem struggled from among the Maoris, hisface hot and nearly purple, Don's not being very much better. 

"I won't stand it. Nearly smothered. I won't have it, " cried Jemfuriously. 

"Don't be so foolish, Jem. It was to save us, " said Don, trying topacify him. 

"Save us! Well they might ha' saved us gently. Look at me. I'm nearlyflat. "

"Nonsense! I found it unpleasant; but they hid us, and we're allright. "

"But I arn't all right, Mas' Don; I feel like a pancake, " cried Jem, rubbing and patting himself as if he were so much paste or clay which hewanted to get back into shape. 

"Don't be so stupid, Jem!"

"Stoopid? 'Nough to make any man feel stoopid. I was 'moststuffocated. "

"So was I. "

"Yes, but you hadn't got that big, `my pakeha' chap sitting on you allthe time. "

"No, Jem, I hadn't, " said Don, laughing. 

"Well, I had, and he weighs 'bout as much as a sugar-hogshead at home, and that arn't light. "

"But it was to hide us, Jem. "

"Hide us, indeed! Bother me if it didn't seem as if they was all henswanting to sit on one egg, and that egg was me. I know I shall neverget right again. "

"Oh yes, you will, " laughed Don. 

"Ah, it's all werry well for you to laugh, Mas' Don; but if my ribshadn't been made o' the best o' bone, they'd ha' cracked like carrots, and where should I ha' been then?"

"Hurt, mate?" said Tomati, coming up and laughing at Jem, who wasrubbing himself angrily. 

"Just you go and be sat upon all that time, and see if you won't feelhurt, " grumbled Jem. "Why, it hurts your feelings as much as it doesyour body. "

"Ah, well, never mind. You're quite safe now. "

Tomati walked away to speak to one of his men. 

"Quite safe now, he says, Mas' Don. Well, I don't feel it. Hear whathe said to the fust lufftenant; this was the worst part of the coast, and the people were ready to rob and murder and eat you?"

"I didn't hear all that, Jem, " said Don quietly. "I heard him say thatthey were a warlike, fighting people; but that doesn't matter if theyare kind to us. "

"But that's what I'm feared on, " said Jem, giving himself a jerk. 

"Afraid of them being kind?"

"Ay, feared of them liking us too well. Pot. "

"Pot?"

"Yes, Pot. Don't you understand?"

"No. "

"Pot. P--O--T, Pot. "

"Well, of course, I know that; but what does it mean?"

"Why, they've sat upon you, Mas' Don, till your head won't work; that'swhat's the matter with you, my lad. I mean treat us as if we was chycefat sheep. "

"Nonsense, Jem!"

"Oh, is it? Well, you'll see. "

"I hope not, " said Don, laughing. 

"Ah, you may laugh, my lad, but you won't grin that day when it comes tothe worst. "

News was brought in soon after of the boats being busy taking soundings, and that night Don and Jem sat screened by the ferns high up on themountain side, and saw the sloop of war with her sails set, and lookinggolden in the setting sun, gliding slowly away toward the north-east, careening slightly over before a brisk breeze, which grew stronger asthey reached out farther beyond the shelter of the land; and in spite ofhints from Tomati, and calls from Ngati, neither could be coaxed downtill, just as it was growing dusk, Don rose and turned to his companion. 

"Have we done right, Jem?"

"What, in getting away from being slaves aboard ship? Why, o' course. "

Don shook his head. 

"I don't know, " he said, sadly. "We are here right away on the otherside of the world amongst savages, and I see no chance of getting awayback home. "

"Oh, but we arn't tried yet, my lad. "

"No, we haven't tried, Jem. "

"My pakeha! My pakeha!" came from below. 

"There he goes again!" growled Jem. "Do tell Tomati to ask him to callyou something else. I know I shall get in a row if you don't. "

"You must not get into any quarrel, Jem, " said Don, thoughtfully; "forwe ought to keep the best of friends with these people. Ahoy!"

An answering cry came back, and they began to descend with the darknesscoming on and a strange depression of spirit troubling Don, as he feltmore and more as if for the first time in their lives he and Jem Wimblewere thoroughly alone in the world. 

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX. 

SOMETHING TO DO. 

"'Tarn't so bad, Mas' Don, " said Jem, about a month later. "Never feltso clean before in my life. Them hot baths is lovely, and if we couldget some tea and coffee, and a bit o' new bread and fresh butter now andthen, and I could get my Sally out here, I don't know as I should muchmind stopping. "

"And what about the pot, Jem?"

"Tchah! That was all gammon. I don't b'lieve they ever did anything o'the sort. When's Tomati coming back? Tomati, Jemmaree, Donni-Donni. Pretty sort of a language. Why, any one could talk New Zealandee. "

"I wish I could, Jem. "

"Well, so you could if you tried. All you've got to do is toriddle-me-ree the words a bit. I'm getting on first rate; and what Ilike in these people is that they never laughs at you when you makes amistake. "

They had been furnished with a snug hut, close to one of theroughly-made hot water baths, and were fairly well supplied with food, which they augmented by going out in Ngati's canoe, and catchingabundance of fish, to the Maori's great delight; for he gazed withadmiration at the skilful methods adopted by Jem, who was no meanangler. 

"And the best of the fun is, Mas' Don, that the fishes out here are sostupid. They take any bait a'most, and taken altogether they're notsuch bad eating. Wonder what shark would be like?"

Don shuddered, and they both decided that they would not care to try. 

Ngati of the fiercely savage face and huge size proved to be one of themost amiable of men, and was after them every morning, to go out in theforest collecting fruit, or to dam up some stream to catch thefresh-water fish, or to snare birds. 

"He do cap me, " Jem would say. "Just look at him, Mas' Don. That therechap's six foot four at least, half as broad again across the chest as Iam, and he's got arms like a helephant, while to look at him with hisblue face you'd say he was 'bout the fiercest-looking fighting man youever see; and yet, when you come to know him inside, he's just like abig boy, and so good-tempered I could do anything with him. "

"And only the other day you looked upon him as quite an enemy. "

"Ay, I did, Mas' Don, but I don't now. Them there artful birds is mymortal enemies. They parrots and cockatoos is cunning and wickedenough, but them little birds is imps, that's what they are. "

Jem shook his head and frowned, and no more was said then, for they werepacking up a basket, and going up into the mountains to get fruit, taking provisions enough to last them for the day. 

Their hut was right in the middle of the little village, and the Maoristreated them in the most friendly manner, smiling at them in an indolentfashion as they lolled about the place, doing very little except alittle gardening; for their wants were few, and nature was kind in theabundance she gave for a little toil. This life soon had its effectsupon Jem, who began to display a disposition to idle too. 

"Seems so nat'ral, Mas' Don, " he would say. "I don't see why a manshould be always letting sugar-hogsheads down out of waggons, androlling 'em about and getting them into warehouses. Why can't we takeit coolly, same as they do?"

"Because we don't want to stand still, Jem, " said Don quietly. "You andI are not savages. "

"Well, no, Mas' Don, that's true; but it's very pleasant to take it ascoolly as they do. Why, these chaps, the whole lot of 'em, live just asif it was always holidays, and a hot water bath thrown in. "

"Uncle Josiah used to say that people soon got tired of havingholidays. "

"Your Uncle Josiah soon got tired o' giving holidays, Mas' Don. Inever, as you know, wanted many, but he always looked rat-traps at me ifI asked for a day. Here you can have as many as you like. "

"Well, let's take one to-day, Jem, " said Don. "Fill another basket withsomething to eat, take a couple of bags, and we'll go right away intothe forest, and bring back as much fruit as we can. "

"I'll be all ready in no time, " said Jem, cheerily; and at the end ofthree minutes he was equipped, and they started off together, to findNgati half lying on the sands in company with about a dozen more of histribe, all of whom gave the pair a friendly smile and a wondering lookat the trouble they seemed to take to obtain fruit, when some of thewomen or girls could have done the task just as well. 

"They are about the idlest set of chaps I ever did see, Mas' Don, " saidJem, as they trudged cautiously along through the ferny woodlands, wheretraces of volcanic action were wonderfully plentiful. 

"But they work when there's any need for it, I daresay, " said Don. "Seehow vigorously they can row, and how energetic they are when they gothrough the war-dance. "

"Oh! Any stoopid could jump about and make faces, " replied Jem. "Iwonder whether they really could fight if there was a row?"

"They look as if they could, Jem. "

"Looks arn't much good in fighting, Mas' Don. Well, anyhow, they're bigand strong enough. Look! What a pity we haven't got a gun. Might haveshot a pig and had some pork. "

He pointed to about half-a-dozen good-sized pigs, which had scurriedacross the path they followed, and then disappeared among the ferns. 

"Rum thing, it always seems to me that there's nothing here except pigs. There must be, farther in the woods. Mind that hole, my lad. "

Don carefully avoided stepping into a bubbling patch of hot mud right intheir path, and, wondering what would be the consequences of a step in, he went on, in and out, among dangerous water holes and mud springs. Cockatoos whistled overhead, and parrots shrieked, while every now andthen they came upon a curious-looking bird, whose covering resembledhair more than feathers, as it cocked its curved bill towards them, andthen hurriedly disappeared by diving in amongst the dense low growth. 

"Look at that!" said Jem. "Ostrich?"

"Ostrich!" cried Don contemptuously. "Why, an ostrich is eight feethigh. "

"Not when he's young, " said Jem. "That's a little one. Shouldn'twonder if there's some more. "

"You may be right, Jem, but I don't think there are ostriches here. "

"Well, I like that, " said Jem, "when we've just seen one. I knew itdirectly. There used to be a picture of one in my old reading-book whenI was at school. "

They trudged on for some distance in silence. 

"What yer thinking 'bout, Mas' Don?"

"Home, " said Don, quietly. 

"Oh! I say, don't think about home, Mas' Don, because if you do, Ishall too; it do make me so unked. "

"I can't help it, Jem. It doesn't seem natural to settle down here, andgo on week after week. I get asking myself, what we are doing it for. "

"To catch fish, and find fruit and keep ourselves alive. Say, Mas' Don, it's under them trees they digs up the big lumps of gum that they burn. Ah, there's a bit. " Jem stooped and picked out from among the rottenpine needles a piece of pale yellowish-looking gum of the size of hisfist. 

"That'll do for a light for us, " Don said. "Take it back. "

"Going to, " said Jem laconically. "We may want it 'fore long. "

"Here's another bit, " said Don, finding a similar sized piece, andthrusting it into the basket. "Couldn't we make some matches, Jem?"

"Couldn't we make some matches? Why, of course we could. There'splenty of brimstone, I'm going to try and manage a tinder-box after atime. "

They again walked on in silence, climbing higher and higher, till, coming to an opening, they both paused in silent admiration of the viewspread out before them, of river, lake, and mountain, whose topglistened like silver, where glacier and snow lay unmelted in spite ofthe summer heat. 

"Wouldn't you like to go up there, Mas' Don?" said Jem, after a fewmoments' silence. 

"Go? I'd give anything to climb up there, Jem. What a view it mustbe. "

"Ah, it must, Mas' Don; but we won't try it to-day; and now, as we'vebeen on the tramp a good two hours, I vote we sit down and have a bit ofa peck. "

Don agreed, and they sat down at the edge of the wood to partake of therather scanty fare which they spread on the ground between them. 

"Yes, it would be fine, " said Jem, with his mouth and hands full. "Weought to go up that mountain some day. I've never been up a mountain. Hi! Wos!"

This was shouted at another of the peculiar-looking little birds whichran swiftly out of the undergrowth, gave each in turn a comical look, and then seized a good-sized piece of their provender and ran off. 

"Well, I call that sarce, " said Jem; "that's what I calls that. Ah, ifI'd had a stone I'd soon have made him drop that. "

"Now, " said Don laughing, "do you call that an ostrich?"

"To be sure I do!" cried Jem. "That proves it. I've read in a book asostriches do steal and swallow anything--nails, pocket-knives, and bitso' stone. Well! I never did!"

Jem snatched off his cap and sent it spinning after another rail whichhad run up and seized a fruit from their basket, and skimmed off withits legs forming a misty appearance like the spokes of a rapidly turningwheel. 

"Sarce is nothing to it, Mas' Don. Why, that little beggar's ten timesworse than the old magpie we used to have in the yard. They're soquick, too. Now, just look at that. "

Either the same or another of the little birds came out of theundergrowth, peering about in the most eccentric manner, and withoutdisplaying the least alarm. 

"Just look at him, Jem. "

"Look at him, Mas' Don? I am a-looking at him with all my eyes. He's abeauty, he is. Why, if I was a bird like that with such a shabby, dingylooking, sooty suit o' clothes, I know what I'd do. "

"What would you do?"

"Why, I'd moult at once. Look at the rum little beggar. Arn't hecomic? Why, he arn't got no wings and no tail. Hi! Cocky, how did youget your beak bent that way? Look as if you'd had it caught in a gate. Have another?"

Jem took up a large raspberry-like fruit that he had picked some timebefore, and held it out to the bird, which stopped short, and held itshead down comically, looking first at Jem, and then at the berry. Witha rapid twist it turned its head on the other side, and performed thesame operation with the left eye. 

"Well, he is a rum un!" cried Jem, laughing. "Look! Mas' Don, look!"

Don was watching the eccentric-looking little creature, which ranforward rapidly, and then paused. 

"Why, 'tarn't a wild bird at all!" cried Jem. "It's one of the `mypakeha' chap's cocks an' hens. Well, I ham blessed!"

For rapid almost as thought, and before Jem could recover from hissurprise, the bird had darted forward, seized the fruit, and was off adozen yards before he had darted out his hand after it. 

"Too late, Jem. "

"Yes, Mas' Don, too late that time; but I mean to ketch that chap, justto show him he arn't so clever as he thinks. You sit still, and go oneating, and don't take no notice, and look out--look out. "

"Oh!" ejaculated Don. For at that moment one of the birds had come upbehind him, and almost before he had heard Jem's warning cry, he wasmade aware of the bird's presence by a sharp dig of its beak in the handholding a portion of his dinner, which was carried rapidly away. 

"Magpies is nothing to 'em, " cried Jem. "But wait a bit, my finefellows, and you shall see what you shall see. Pass that there basket, Mas' Don. Ah! That's a good bait for my gentleman. Look at 'em. Ican see three peeping out of the bushes. They're a-watching to see whatI'm going to do. "

"Three! I can see four, Jem. "

"More for me to ketch, Mas' Don. Wonder whether they're good to eat? Isay, do you think they can understand English?"

Don laughed, and went on with his dinner, as Jem began to play fox, byputting a tempting-looking berry in his hand, stretching it out to thefull extent of his arm, and then lying back among the ferns. 

"Now then, don't take no notice, Mas' Don. Let you an' me keep onfeeding, and that'll 'tract 'em out. "

Don was already quietly "feeding, " and he rested his back against apiece of stone, watching intently all the while. 

Two of the birds began to approach directly, while the others looked onas if deeply interested. 

The approach of the advance force was particularly curious, for theycame on picking here and picking there, as if they had not the slightestintention of going near the fruit in Jem's hand; but in spite of severalfeints of going right away, always getting nearer, while Jem munchedaway, using his left hand, and keeping his eyes half shut. 

They had not long to wait, for one of the birds manoeuvred until it wasa few feet away, then made a rush, caught the berry from Jem's hand, which closed with a snap, the second bird made a dart and caught theberry from the first bird's beak, and Jem sat up holding a few feathers, staring after the birds, one of which cried out in a shrill piping tone. 

"Yes, I'll give you pepper next time, my fine fellow!" cried Jem. "Nearly had you. My word, Mas' Don, they are quick. Give's anotherberry. "

Jem baited his natural trap again, and went on with his meal; but he hadscared away the birds for the time being, and they came no more. 

"The worst of eating, Jem, is that it makes you lazy. "

"And not want to move, Mas' Don. Yes, it do. But it's my 'pinion asthis was meant for a lazy country, else the water wouldn't be always onthe bile, ready for use. "

"Think that's fire?" said Don, after a dreamy pause, during which he hadlain back gazing at the brilliant silver-tipped mountain, above whichfloated a cloud. 

"No, " said Jem. "I should say as there's a big hot water place upyonder, and that there's steam. Yes, one do feel lazy here; but itdon't matter, Mas' Don; there's no bosun, and no master and lufftenantand captain to order you about. I rather likes it, only I seem to wantmy Sally here. Wonder what she'd say to it?"

"We must get away from it, Jem. "

"But we arn't got no boat, and it takes pretty nigh a hunderd men to rowone of them canoes. "

"We must make a long journey through the country, Jem, right beyondthose mountains, and sooner or later we shall come to a place wherethere are Englishmen, who will help us to get a passage in a ship. "

Jem shook his head. 

"I don't believe there's any Englishmen here, Mas' Don. "

"I do. I think I've read that there are; and if we do not find any, weshall have seen the place, and can come back here. "

"He talks just like as if he was going for a ride to Exeter by theBristol waggon! Ah, well, just as you like, Mas' Don, only don't let'sgo this afternoon, it's all too nice and comfortable. I don't want tomove. Say, wonder whether there's any fish in that lake?"

"Sure to be, Jem, and hundreds of wonders to see if we journey on. "

"Dessay, my lad, dessay; but it's werry wonderful here. Look along thathollow place where the big fir trees is growing. "

"Lovely, Jem. What a beautiful home it would make. "

"Say, Mas' Don, let's make our fortunes. "

"How?"

"Let's set up in trade, and deal in wood. Lookye yonder, there's firtrees there, that if we cut 'em down and trimmed 'em, they'd be worth noend o' money in Bristol, for ships' masts. "

"Yes, Jem, " said Don drily; "and how are you going to get them there?"

"Ah!" said Jem, scratching his head. "Never thought of that. "

There was half an hour's drowsy silence. The sun shone down withglorious power, and the lizards rustled among the large stones. Fromthe forest behind there came the buzz of insects, and the occasional cryof some parrot. Save for these sounds all was wonderfully still. 

And they sat there gazing before them at the hundreds of acres ofuncultivated land, rich in its wild beauty, unwilling to move, till Donsaid suddenly, --

"Yes, Jem; this is a lazy land. Let's be up and doing. "

"Yes, Mas' Don. What?"

"I don't know, Jem; something useful. "

"But there arn't nothing useful to do. I couldn't make a boat, but Ithink I could make a hogshead after a fashion; but if I did, there arn'tno sugar to put in it, and--"

"Look, Jem!"

"What at, Mas' Don? Eh?" he continued as he followed his companion'spointing hand. "Why, I thought you said there was no beasts here. "

"And there are none. "

"Well, if that arn't a drove o' cattle coming down that mountain side, I'm a Dutchman. "

"It does look like it, Jem, " said Don. "It seems strange. "

"Look like it, Mas' Don? Why, it is. Brown cattle, and you can see ifyou look at the sun shining on their horns. "

"Horns! Jem!" cried Don, excitedly; "they're spears!"

"What?"

"And those are savages. "

"So they are!" cried Jem. "Why, Mas' Don, that there don't mean afight, do it?"

"I don't know, Jem. But they can't see us, can they?"

"No. These here bushes shades us. Let's creep back through the wood, and go and tell 'em down below. They don't know, p'r'aps, and we mayget there first. "

"We must, " said Don quickly. "Jem, I'm sure of it. You can see thespears quite plainly, and perhaps it's a war-party out from some othertribe. Quick, lad, quick! We can get there first. "

"And if it's a false alarm, they'll laugh at us, Mas' Don. "

"Let them. They won't laugh if there's danger in the way. "

Don caught up the basket and backed into the shelter of the trees, keeping in a stooping position, while Jem followed, and now, with allthe sensation of indolence gone, they hurried along the rugged anddangerous path, to spread the alarm in the village far below, where theyhad left the inmates dreaming away their existence in happy ignorance ofthe danger so close at hand. 

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN. 

A PERILOUS DESCENT. 

The heat was terrible, and it seemed to Don as if the difficulties metwith in their outward journey had been intensified on their return. Thorns caught in their garments, and, failing these, in their flesh. Twice over Jem stepped a little too much off the faint track, and hadnarrow escapes of plunging into pools of hot mud, whose presence wasmarked by films of strange green vegetation. 

Then they mistook their way, and after struggling along some distancethey came out suddenly on a portion of the mountain side, where tocontinue their course meant that they must clamber up, descend a sheerprecipice of at least a hundred feet by hanging on to the vine-likegrowths and ferns, or return. 

They stopped and stared at each other in dismay. 

"Know where we went wrong, Mas' Don?" said Jem. 

"No; do you?"

"Not I, my lad. Think it must ha' been where I had that last slip intothe black hasty pudding. "

"What shall we do, Jem? If we go back we shall lose an hour. "

"Yes! Quite that; and 'tarn't no good to climb up here. I could do it;but it's waste o' time. "

"Could we get down here?"

"Oh, yes, " said Jem drily; "we could get down easy enough; only thething is, how should we be when we did get down?"

"You mean we should fall to the bottom?"

"Well, you see, Mas' Don, " said Jem, rubbing one ear as he peered down;"it wouldn't be a clean fall, 'cause we should scrittle and scruttlefrom bush to bush, and ketch here and snatch there. We should go rightdown to the bottom, sure enough, but we might be broke by the time wegot there. "

"Jem, Jem, don't talk like that!" cried Don angrily. "Do you think itpossible to go down?"

"Well, Mas' Don, I think the best way down would be with our old craneand the windlass tackle. "

"Do you dare climb down?"

"Ye-es, I think so, Mas' Don; only arn't there no other way?"

"Not if we want to save them down at the village. "

"Well, but do we want to save 'em, Mas' Don? They're all werry well, but--"

"And have been very kind to us, Jem. We must warn them of danger. "

"But, lookye here, Mas' Don, s'pose it arn't danger. Pretty pair o'Bristol noodles we shall look, lying down at the bottom here, with allour legs and arms broke for nothing at all. "

Don stood gazing at his companion, full of perplexity. 

"Think it is real danger, Mas' Don?"

"I'm afraid so. You heard Tomati say that there were desperate fightssometimes. "

"Don't call him Tomati; I 'ates it, " growled Jem. "Well, I s'pose it isdanger, then. "

"And we must look the matter in the face, Jem. If we go back thosepeople will be at the village before us. Perhaps we shall meet them, and be made prisoners; but if we go on here, we shall save an hour, perhaps two. Yes, I shall climb down. "

"No, no; let me go first, Mas' Don. "

"Why?"

"Because I shall do to tumble on if you do let go, or any bush breaks. "

"Here seems to be about the best place, Jem, " said Don, without heedinghis companion's last remark; and, setting his teeth, he lowered himselfdown, holding on by the bushes and aerial roots of the various tough, stunted pieces of vegetation, which clung to the decomposing volcanicrock. 

Jem's face puckered up as he set his teeth, and watched Don descend afew feet. Then, stooping over, he said cheerily, --

"That's the way, Mas' Don; take it cool, stick tight, and never thinkabout the bottom. Are you getting on all right?"

"Yes. "

"That's your sort. I'm coming now. "

Jem began to whistle as he lowered himself over the edge of theprecipice, a few feet to Don's right; and directly after he began tosing merrily, --

 "`There was a man in Bristol city, Fol de rol de riddle-lol-de-ri. And that's the first o' this here ditty, Fol de rol de-riddle-lol-de-ri. '

"Say, Mas' Don, 'tarn't so bad, after all. "

"It's terrible, Jem!" panted Don, "Can we do it?"

"Can we do it? Ha, ha, ha!" cried Jem. "Can we do it? Hark at him!We're just the boys as can do it. Why, it arn't half so bad as being upon the main-top gallant yard. 

 "`Fol de rol de-riddle-lol-de-ri. '"

"Don't make that noise, Jem, pray. "

"Why not, my lad? That's your sort; try all the roots before you trust'em. I'm getting on splen--"

_Rush_!

"Jem!"

"All right, Mas' Don! Only slipped ten foot of an easy bit to savetumbles. "

"It isn't true. I was looking at you, and I saw that root you wereholding come out of the rock. "

"Did you, Mas' Don? Oh, I thought I did that o' purpose, " came frombelow. 

"Where are you?"

"Sitting straddling on a big bit o' bush. "

"Where? I can't see you. "

"Here, all right. 'Tarn't ten foot, it's about five and twenty--

 "`De-riddle-lol-de-ri. '"

"Jem, we must climb back. It is too risky. "

"No, we mustn't, Mas' Don; and it arn't a bit too risky. Come along, and I'll wait for you. "

Don hesitated for a minute, and then continued his descent, which seemedto grow more perilous each moment. 

"Say, Mas' Don, " cried Jem cheerily, "what a chance for them birds. Couldn't they dig their bills into us now!"

"Don't talk so, Jem. I can't answer you. "

"Must talk, my lad. Them fern things is as rotten as mud. Don't youhold on by them. Steady! Steady!"

"Yes. Slipped a little. "

"Well, then, don't slip a little. What's your hands for?

 "`There was a man in Bristol city, Fol de rol de--'"

"Say, Mas' Don, think there's any monkeys here?"

"No, no. "

"'Cause how one o' they would scramble down this precipit. Ratherpricky, arn't it?"

"Yes; don't talk so. "

"All right!

 "`De-riddle-liddle-lol. '

"I'm getting on first rate now, Mas' Don--I say. "

"Yes!"

"No press-gang waiting for us down at the bottom here, Mas' Don?"

"Can you manage it, Jem?"

"Can I manage it? Why, in course I can. How are you getting on?"

Don did not reply, but drew a long breath, as he slowly descended theperilous natural ladder, which seemed interminable. 

They were now going down pretty close together, and nearly on a level, presence and example giving to each nerve and endurance to perform thetask. 

"Steady, dear lad, steady!" cried Jem suddenly, as there was a sharpcrack and a slip. 

"Piece I was resting on gave way, " said Don hoarsely, as he hung at thefull length of his arms, vainly trying to get a resting-place for hisfeet. 

Jem grasped the position in an instant, but remained perfectly cool. 

"Don't kick, Mas' Don. "

"But I can't hang here long, Jem. "

"Nobody wants you to, my lad. Wait a minute, and I'll be under you, andset you right. 

 "`There was a man in Bristol city, '"

he sang cheerily, as he struggled sidewise. "`Fol de--' I say, Mas'Don, he was a clever one, but I believe this here would ha' botheredhim. It's hold on by your eyelids one minute, and wish you was a flynext. "

"Jem. "

"Hullo, lad?"

"If I let go and dropped, how far should I fall?"

"'Bout two foot ten, " said Jem, after a glance below them at the sheerprecipice. 

"Then I had better drop. "

"If you do you will knock me to the bottom, so just you hold on till Itells you. "

Jem kept up his jocular way of speaking; but if any one could havelooked on, he would have seen that his face was curiously mottled withsallow, while his hands were trembling when at liberty, and that therewas a curiously wild, set look in his eyes. 

"There, Mas' Don, " he said cheerily, as he finished climbing sidewisetill he was exactly beneath. "Now, one moment. That's it. "

As he spoke he drew himself up a little, taking fast hold of the stem ofa bush, and of a projecting stone, while he found foot-hold in a widecrevice. 

"Now then, rest your foot on my shoulders. There you are. That's theway. Two heads is better than one. "

"Can you bear my weight, Jem?"

"Can I bear your weight? Why? You may stand there for a week. Nowjust you rest your wristies a bit, and then go on climbing down, just asif I warn't here. "

The minute before Don had felt that he could bear the strain no longer. Now the despairing sensation which came over him had gone, his heartfelt lighter as he stood on Jem's shoulders, and sought another hold forhis hands lower down. The wild, fluttering pulsation ceased, and hegrew composed. 

"I'm rested now, Jem, " said Don. 

"Of course you are, my lad. Well, then, now you can climb down asideme. 'Tarn't so much farther to the bottom. "

"Can you reach out far enough for me to come between you and the rock?"

"Just you try, Mas' Don. "

By this time Don had found a fresh hold for his feet; and nervinghimself, he descended slowly, Jem forcing himself out, so that there wasenough room for any one to pass; but as Don cleared him, and got rightbelow, the bush to which Jem clung with one hand came slowly out of theinterstices of the stones, and but for the exercise of a large amount ofmuscular power and rigidity of will, he would have swung round andfallen headlong. 

"I'm all right now, Jem!" cried Don from below. 

"Glad of it, my lad, " muttered Jem, "because I arn't. "

"Come along down now. "

"How, Mas' Don?" said Jem grimly. 

"The same way as I did. "

"Oh! All right; but the bush I held on by is gone. "

"Well take hold of another. "

"Just you get from under me, Mas' Don. "

"Why? What do you mean?"

"I'm too heavy to ketch like a cricket ball. That's all, my lad. "

"Oh, Jem, don't say you are in danger. "

"Not I, my lad, if you don't want me to; but it is awk'ard. Standclear, " he shouted. "I'm coming down. No, I arn't, " he said directlyafter, as he made a tremendous effort to reach a tough stem below, failed, and then dropped and caught it, and swung first by one hand andthen by two. 

"I say, Mas' Don, I thought I was gone. "

"You made my heart seem to jump into my mouth. "

"Did I, lad? Well, it was awk'ard. I was scared lest I should knockyou off. Felt just as I did when the chain broke, and you could see thelink opening, and a big sugar-hogshead threatening to come down. Allright now, my lad. Let's get on down. Think we're birds' nesting, Mas'Don, and it'll be all right. "

Don had to nerve himself once more, and they steadily lowered themselvesfrom tuft to tuft, and from stone to stone, with more confidence, tillthey were about thirty feet from the foot, when farther progress becameimpossible, for, in place of being perpendicular, the cliff face slopedinward for some distance before becoming perpendicular once more. 

"Well, I do call that stoopid, " said Jem, as he stared helplessly atDon. "What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know, Jem. If we had a bit of rope we could easily descend. "

"And if we'd got wings, Mas' Don, we might fly. "

"We must climb back, Jem, as--Look here, would these trees bear us?"

"Not likely, " said Jem, staring hard at a couple of young kauri pines, which grew up at the foot of the precipice, and whose fine pointed topswere within a few feet of where they clung. 

"But if we could reach them and get fast hold, they would bend and letus down. "

"They'd let us down, " said Jem drily; "but I don't know 'bout bending. "

Don clung to the face of the rock, hesitating, and wondering whether byany possibility they could get down another way, and finding that it wasabsolutely hopeless, he made up his mind to act. 

"It is next to impossible to climb up, Jem, " he said. 

"Yes, Mas' Don. "

"And we can't get down. "

"No, Mas' Don. We shall have to live here for a bit, only I don't knowhow we're going to eat and sleep. "

"Jem. "

"Yes, Mas' Don. "

"I'm going to jump into that tree. "

"No, Mas' Don, you mustn't risk it. "

"And if it breaks--"

"Never mind about the tree breaking. What I don't like is, s'pose youbreak. "

"I shall go first, and you can try afterwards. "

"No, no, Mas' Don; let me try first. "

Don paid no heed to his words, but turned himself completely round, sothat he held on, with his back to the stony wall, and his heels upon acouple of rough projections, in so perilous a position that Jem lookedon aghast, afraid now to speak. In front of Don, about nine feet away, and the top level with his feet, was the tree of which he had spoken. 

As far as support was concerned, it was about as reasonable to trust toa tall fishing-rod; but it appeared to be the only chance, and Donhesitated no longer than was necessary to calculate his chances. 

"Don't do it, Mas' Don. It's impossible, and like chucking yourselfaway. Let's climb up again; it's the only chance; and if we can't getto the village in time, why, it arn't our fault. No, my lad, don't!"

As the last words left his lips, Don stood perfectly upright, balancinghimself for a few moments, and then, almost as if he were going to diveinto the water, he extended his hands and sprang outward into space. 

Jem Wimble uttered a low groan. 

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT. 

DON'S REPORT. 

In the case of a leap like that made by Don, there was no suspense forthe looker on, for the whole affair seemed to be momentary. Jem saw himpass through the air and disappear in the mass of greenery with a loudrushing sound, which continued for a few moments, and then all wasstill. 

"He's killed; he's killed!" groaned Jem to himself; "and my Sally willsay it was all my fault. "

He listened eagerly. 

"Mas' Don!" he shouted. 

"Hullo, Jem! I say, would you drop if you were me?"

"Drop? Then you arn't killed?"

"No, not yet. Would you drop?"

"I don't know what you mean. "

"I'm hanging on to the end of that young tree, and it keeps going up anddown like a spring, and it won't go any nearer than about twelve feetfrom the ground. Would you drop?"

_Whish_! _Rush_! _Crash_! _Thud_!

The young tree sprang up again, cleaving a way for itself through thethick growth, and standing nearly erect once more, ragged and sadlydeprived of its elegant proportions, just as a dull sound announcedDon's arrival on _terra firma_. 

"All right, Jem!" he cried. "Not hurt. Look here; spread your arms outwell and catch tight round the tree as you jump at it. You'll slip downsome distance and scratch yourself, but you can't hurt much. "

"I hear, Mas' Don, " said Jem, drawing a long breath full of relief. "I'm a-coming. It's like taking physic, " he added to himself; "but thesooner you takes it, the sooner it's down. Here goes! Say, Mas' Don, do you ketch hold o' the tree with your hands, or your arms and legs?"

"All of them. Aim straight at the stem, and leap out boldly. "

"Oh, yes, " grumbled Jem; "it's all very well, but I was never 'prenticedto this sort o' fun. --Below!"

"A good bold jump, Jem. I'm out of the way. "

"Below then, " said Jem again. 

"Yes, jump away. Quick!"

But Jem did not jump. He distrusted the ability of the tree to bear hisweight. 

"Why don't you jump?"

"'Cause it seems like breaking my neck, which is white, to save those ofthem people in the village, which is black, Mas' Don. "

"But you will not break your neck if you are careful. "

"Oh, yes! I'll be careful, Mas' Don; don't you be 'fraid of that. "

"Well, come along. You're not nervous, are you, Jem?"

"Yes, Mas' Don, reg'lar scared; but, below, once more. Here goes!Don't tell my Sally I was afraid if I do get broke. "

Possibly Jem would have hesitated longer, but the stump of the bush uponwhich he stood gave such plain intimation of coming out by the roots, that he thought it better to leap than fall, and gathering himself up, he plunged right into the second kauri pine, and went headlong down witha tremendous crash. 

For he had been right in his doubts. The pine was not so able to bearhis weight as its fellow had been to carry Don. He caught it tightly, and the tree bent right down, carrying him nearly to the earth, where hewould have done well to have let go; but he clung to it fast, and thetree sprang up again, bent once more, and broke short off, Jem fallingat least twenty feet into the bushes below. 

"Hurt, Jem?" cried Don, forcing his way to his side. 

"Hurt? Now is it likely, Mas' Don? Hurt? No. I feel just like ababby that's been lifted gently down and laid on a feather cushion. That's 'bout how I feel. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Here, give's a hand. Gently, dear lad; I'm like a skin full o' broken bones. Help me out o'this tangle, and let's see how much of me's good, and how much 'll haveto be throwed away. Eggs and bacon! What a state I'm in!"

Don helped him as tenderly as he could out into an open space, andsoftly assisted him to lie down, which Jem did, groaning, and wasperfectly still for a few moments flat there on his back. 

"Are you in much pain, Jem?" said Don, anxiously. 

"Horrid, lad, horrid. I think you'd better go on and warn 'em, and comeand fetch me arterwards; only don't forget where I am, and not find me. Look! There's two o' them birds coming to see what's the matter. "

"I can't leave you, Jem. You're of more consequence to me than all theNew Zealanders in the place. "

"Am I, Mas' Don? Come, that's kindly spoke of you. But bother thattree! Might ha' behaved as well to me as t'other did to you. "

"Where do you feel in pain, Jem?"

"Where? It's one big solid slapping pain all over me, but it's worstwhere there's a big thorn stuck in my arm. "

"Let me see. "

"No; wait a bit. I don't mean to be left alone out here if I can helpit. Now, Mas' Don, you lift that there left leg, and see if it'sbroke. "

Don raised it tenderly, and replaced it gently. 

"I don't think it's broken, Jem. "

"Arn't it? Well, it feels like it. P'r'aps it's t'other one. Try. "

Don raised and replaced Jem's right leg. 

"That isn't broken either, Jem. "

"P'r'aps they're only crushed. Try my arms, my lad. "

These were tried in turn, and laid down. 

"No, Jem. "

"Seems stoopid, " said Jem. "I thought I was broke all over. It must bemy back, and when a man's back's broke, he feels it all over. Here, lend us a hand, my lad; and I'll try and walk. Soon see whether a man'sback's broke. "

Don offered his arm, and Jem, after a good deal of grunting andgroaning, rose to his feet, gave himself a wrench, and then stamped withfirst one leg and then with the other. 

"Why, I seems all right, Mas' Don, " he said, eagerly. 

"Yes, Jem. "

"Think it's my ribs? I've heared say that a man don't always know whenhis ribs is broke. "

"Do you feel as if they were, Jem?"

"Oh, yes; just exactly. All down one side, and up the other. "

"Could you manage to walk as far as the village? I don't like to leaveyou. "

"Oh, yes; I think I can walk. Anyhow I'm going to try. I say, if youhear me squeak or crack anywhere, you'll stop me, won't you?"

"Of course. "

"Come on then, and let's get there. Oh, crumpets! What a pain. "

"Lean on me. "

"No; I'm going to lean on myself, " said Jem, stoutly. "I'm pretty sureI arn't broke, Mas' Don; but feel just as if I was cracked all over likean old pot, and that's werry bad, you know, arn't it? Now then, whichway is it?"

"This way, Jem, to the right of the mountain. "

"Ah, I suppose you're right, Mas' Don. I say, I can walk. "

"Does it hurt you very much?"

"Oh, yes; it hurts me horrid. But I say, Mas' Don, there arn't manychaps in Bristol as could have failed down like that without breakingtheirselves, is there?"

"I think it's wonderful, Jem. "

"That's what I think, Mas' Don, and I'm as proud of it as can be. Here, step out, sir; works is beginning to go better every minute. Tidystiff; but, I say, Mas' Don, I don't believe I'm even cracked. "

"I am glad, Jem, " cried Don. "I felt a little while ago as if I wouldrather it had been me. "

"Did you, though, Mas' Don? Well, that's kind of you, that it is. I dolike that. Come along. Don't you be afraid. I can walk as fast as youcan. Never fear! Think we shall be in time?"

"I don't know, Jem. I was in such trouble about you that I had almostforgotten the people at the village. "

"So had I. Pain always makes me forget everything, 'speshly toothache. Why, that's the right way, " he cried, as they turned the corner of asteep bluff. 

"Yes, and in a quarter of an hour we can be there; that is, if you canwalk fast?"

"I can walk fast, my lad: look. But what's quarter of a hour? I gotmuddled enough over the bells board ship--three bells, and four bells, and the rest of it; but out here there don't seem to be no time at all. Wonder how near those fellows are as we see. I am glad I arn't broke. "

In about the time Don had said, they came to the path leading to theravine, where the cave pierced the mountain side. A few minutes laterthey were by the hot bath spring, and directly after, to Don's greatdelight, they came upon Tomati. 

"I was coming to look for you two, " he said. "You had better not go farfrom the _whare_. Two of the tribes have turned savage, and are talkingabout war. "

Don interrupted him, and told him what they had seen. 

"So soon!" he said hurriedly. 

"Is it bad news, then?" asked Don, anxiously. 

"Bad, my lads! Bad as it can be. "

"Then that was a war-party we saw?"

"Yes; come on. "

He then put his hands to his mouth and uttered a wildly savage yell, whose effect was instantaneous. It was answered in all directions, andfollowed by a shrieking and wailing chorus from the women and children, who came trooping out of their huts, laden with household treasures, andhurrying up one particular path at the back of the village, one whichneither Don nor Jem had intruded upon, from the belief that it led tosome temple or place connected with the Maoris' religion. 

A few minutes before the men were idling about, lying on the black sand, sleeping, or eating and drinking in the most careless, indolent way. Now all were in a state of the wildest excitement, and as Don saw thegreat stalwart fellows come running here and there, armed with spear andstone axe, he felt that he had misjudged them, and thought that theylooked like so many grand bronze figures, suddenly come to life. Theirfaces and nearly naked bodies were made hideous with tattooing marks;but their skins shone and the muscles stood out, and as they all groupedtogether under the orders of Tomati and Ngati, both Don and Jem thoughtthat if the party they had seen were coming on to the attack, thefighting might be desperate after all. 

In less time than it takes to tell, men had been sent out as scouts; andpending their return, Tomati led the way up the path, after the womenand children, to where, to Don's astonishment, there was a strongblockaded enclosure, or _pah_, made by binding great stakes together atthe tops, after they had been driven into the ground. 

There was but one entrance to the enclosure, which was on the summit ofa rock with exceedingly steep sides, save where the path zigzagged tothe top; and here every one was soon busy trying to strengthen theplace, the spears of the men being laid against the stockade. 

"May as well help, " said Jem, sturdily. "I'm not going to fight, but Idon't mind helping them to take care of themselves. "

They set to and aided in every way they could, Ngati smiling approval, patting Don on the back, and then hurrying away to return with twospears, which he handed to the two young men. 

"My pakeha!" he said; and Jem gave an angry stamp, and was about torefuse to take the weapon, when there was a yell of excitement from allin the _pah_, for one of the scouts came running in, and as he camenearer, it could be seen that he was bleeding from a wound in theshoulder, and that he had lost his spear. 

As if nerved by this sight, Don and Jem seized the spears offered fortheir defence. 

"Yes, Mas' Don, " said Jem; "we shall have to try and fight; seems to meas if the war's begun!"

A wild shriek followed his words, and Don saw that they were but tootrue. 

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE. 

WAR. 

Tomati soon showed the reason for his elevation to the position of chiefamong the Maoris, for, in addition to being a man of commanding presenceand great strength, his adventurous life had given him quickness anddecision in his actions, which told with a savage race none too ready todiscriminate. 

He rushed out of the _pah_, and caught the man by the shoulder, questioned him, turned him over to a couple of his friends to bedoctored, and then in a loud voice informed the excited crowd that thedanger was not imminent, following up this announcement with orders togo on strengthening the stockade. 

He was instantly obeyed, his cool manner giving his followersconfidence; and they went on working hard at securing certain spots andstrengthening the entrance, but always with their spears close at hand. 

There was another shout from a sentry, and again the whole tribe waselectrified, women and children huddling under shelter, and the warriorsseizing their weapons. 

This time a scout came running in uninjured and with his spear toannounce the nearer approach of the enemy. 

Tomati received his news coolly enough, and then, after a word or twowith Ngati, signed to the man to join the defenders, while two freshscouts were sent out to spy the neighbourhood, and keep the chiefs wellinformed of the coming danger. 

Ngati's eyes seemed to flash, and there was a savage rigidity in hiscountenance that suggested hard times for the man who attacked him; buthe seemed to place the most implicit confidence in Tomati, obeying hisslightest suggestion, and evidently settling himself into the place oflieutenant to the white captain. 

After the first wailing and tears, the women and children settled downin their shelter quite as a matter of course, and as if such an event asthis were no novelty in their social history. Once within the _pah_, and surrounded by stout fighting men on whom they could depend, theyseemed quite satisfied, and full of confidence in the result of anattack, and this took Jem's notice. 

"Can't be much danger, " he said, half contemptuously, "or these herewouldn't take it so coolly. "

"But it looks as if there was going to be a desperate fight. "

"Tchah! Not that, Mas' Don. "

"But look at that scout who ran in. He was hurt. "

"So is a boy who has had his head punched, and whose nose bleeds. Therewon't be no real fighting, my lad. I mean men being killed, and thatsort o' thing. "

"Think not, Jem?"

"Sure of it, my lad. T'other side 'll come up and dance a war-dance, and shake their spears at our lot. Then our lot 'll dance up and downlike jack-jumpers, and make faces, and put out their tongues at 'em, andcall 'em names. I know their ways; and then they'll all yell out, andshout; and then the others 'll dance another war-dance, and shout in NooZealandee that they'll kill and eat us all, and our lot'll say they'dlike to see 'em do it, and that'll be all. "

Don shook his head. The preparations looked too genuine. 

"Ah, you'll see, " continued Jem. "Then one lot 'll laugh, and sayyou're obliged to go, and t'other lot 'll come back again, and they'llcall one another more names, and finish off with killing pigs, andeating till they can't eat no more. "

"You seem to know all about it, Jem. "

"Well, anybody could know as much as that, " said Jem, going to the sideand taking up a bundle formed with one of the native blankets, which hebegan to undo. 

"What have you got there?"

"You just wait a minute, " said Jem, with a dry look. "There! Didn'tknow that was the arm chest, did you?"

He unrolled and took out a cutlass and two pistols, with the ammunition, and looked up smilingly at Don. 

"There!" he said, "what do you think o' them?"

"I'd forgotten all about them, Jem. "

"I hadn't, my lad. There you are. Buckle on that cutlash. "

"No; you had better have that, Jem. I should never use it. "

"Oh, yes, you would, my lad, if it was wanted. On with it. "

Don reluctantly buckled on the weapon, and Jem solemnly charged thepistols, giving Don one, and taking the other to stick in his ownwaistbelt. 

"There, " he said, retaking the spear given to him. "Don't you feel likefighting now?"

"No, Jem; not a bit. "

"You don't?"

"No. Do you?"

"Well, if you put it in that way, " said Jem, rubbing his ear, "I can'tsay as I do. You can't feel to want to do much in that way till someone hurts you. Then it's different. "

"It's horrible, Jem!"

"Well, I suppose it is; but don't you get looking like that. There'llbe no fighting here. I say, Mas' Don, it would be a bit of a game, though, to stick the pynte of this here spear a little way into one ofthe savages. Wonder what he'd say. "

"Ah! My pakeha!" cried a voice just behind them; and they turnedsharply, to find themselves face to face with Ngati, who patted Don onthe shoulder, and then pointed to his cutlass and pistol. 

"Hah!" he ejaculated, with a deep breath; and then, without warning, snatched Don's spear from his hand, threw himself into a series of wildattitudes, and went through the action of one engaged in an encounterwith an enemy, stabbing, parrying, dodging, and darting here and therein a way that suggested instant immolation for the unfortunate heencountered. 

"Look at him, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. "Look at him pretending. That's the way they fight. By-an'-by, you'll see lots o' that, but youmark my words, none on 'em won't go nigh enough to hurt one another. "

Ngati ceased as suddenly as he had begun, returned the spear to Don, andseemed to intimate that he should go through the same performance. 

"You wait a bit, old chap!" cried Jem. "We don't fight that way. "

"Hah!" ejaculated Ngati, and he ran across to a portion of the _pah_where several of his warriors were busily binding some of the posts moresecurely. 

"It do make me laugh, " said Jem; "but I s'pose all that bouncing helps'em. Poor things. Mas' Don, you and I ought to be werry thankful as wewas born in Bristol, and that Bristol's in old England. Say, shall yougive any one a chop if it does come to a fight?"

Don shook his head. 

Jem laughed. 

"If it warn't for wasting the powder, I tell you what we'd do. Get upa-top yonder where we could lean over the palings, wait till the otherchaps comes up, and then shoot over their heads with the pistols. That'd make some of 'em run. "

There was another shout here, for two of the scouts came running in, andevery man seized his spear, and darted to the spot he was expected todefend. 

"Why, Mas' Don, how they can run! Look at 'em. An Englishman wouldn'trun like that from a dozen men. Here, let's chuck these spears away. We sha'n't want 'em. An Englishman as has got fists don't want nospears. Look! Look!"

The two scouts had come running in very swiftly till they were about ahundred yards from the gateway of the _pah_, when they stopped short andfaced about as two of the enemy, who were in chase, dashed at them, spear in hand. 

Then, to Jem's astonishment, a sharp passage of arms occurred; thespears clashed together, there was a wonderful display of thrusting andparrying, and the two enemies fell back, and the scouts continued theirretreat to the shelter of the fort. 

"What do you think of that, Jem?" said Don excitedly. "That was realfighting. "

"Real?" cried Jem; "it was wonderful!" and he spoke huskily. "Why, boththose chaps was wounded, and these here's got it, too. "

The two scouts were both gashed about the arms by their enemies' spears, but they came bravely in, without making any display, and were receivedby cheers, Tomati going up to each in turn, and gripping his hand. 

Just then the Englishman caught sight of his compatriots, and cameacross to them quickly. 

"Hullo!" he said, with a grim smile, "cleared for action, and guns runout?"

"Yes, we're ready, " said Jem. 

"Going to fight on our side?"

"Well, I don't know, " said Jem, in a dubious kind of way. "Fightingarn't much in my line. "

"Not in yours neither, youngster. There, I daresay we shall soon beatthem off. You two keep under shelter, and if things go against us, youboth get away, and make for the mountain. Go right into that cave, andwait till I join you. "

"But there will not be much fighting, will there--I mean real fighting?"said Jem. 

"I don't know what you mean by real fighting, squire; but I suppose weshall keep on till half of us on both sides are killed and wounded. "

"So bad as that?"

"P'r'aps worse, " said the man grimly. "Here, shake hands young un, incase we don't have another chance. If you have to run for it, keepalong the east coast for about a hundred miles; there's white mensettled down yonder. Good-bye. "

Tomati shook hands heartily, and went off to his righting men, who wereexcitedly watching the level below the _pah_, to which part it wasexpected the enemy would first come. 

Don joined them, eager to see how matters were going, and hopeful still, in spite of Tomati's words, that matters would not assume so serious anaspect; but just then a hand was laid upon his arm. 

"I was out of it, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. "They do bounce a deal. But there's going to be real fighting on. One of those poor fellows whocame running in, and stood up as if nothing was wrong, is dead. "

"Dead?"

"Yes, my lad. Spear went right through his chest. Hark at 'em!"

There was a low wailing noise from the corner of the _pah_, where thetwo men were sheltered, and Don felt a chill of horror run through him. 

"Then it is going to be quite a savage battle, Jem?"

"'Fraid so, my lad--no, I don't mean 'fraid--think so. Now, look here, Mas' Don, it won't be long first, so you'd better go and lie down behindthem high palings, where you'll be safe. "

"And what are you going to do?"

"Stop here and see what there is to see. "

"But you may be hurt. "

"Well, Mas' Don, " said Jem bitterly; "it don't much matter if I am. Runalong, my lad. "

"I'm going to stop with you, Jem. "

"And suppose you're hurt; what am I to say to your mother? Why, she'dnever forgive me. "

"Nor me either, Jem, if I were to go and hide, while you stood outhere. "

"But it's going to be real dangerous, Mas' Don. "

"It will be just as dangerous for you, Jem. What should I say to yourwife if you were hurt?"

"Don't know, Mas' Don, " said Jem sadly. "I don't think she'd mind adeal. "

"You don't mean it, Jem!" cried Don sharply. "Now, are you coming intoshelter?"

"No, " said Jem, with a peculiarly hard, stern look in his face. "I'mgoing to fight. "

"Then I shall stay too, Jem. "

"Won't you feel frightened, Mas' Don?"

"Yes, I suppose so. It seems very horrible. "

"Yes, so it is, but it's them others as makes it horrible. I'm going togive one on 'em something for spearing that poor chap. Look out, Mas'Don; here they come!"

There was a fierce shout of defiance as the scouts came running in nowas hard as they could, followed by a body of about two hundred nakedwarriors, whose bronzed bodies glistened in the sunshine. They came onin a regular body, running swiftly, and not keeping step, but withwonderful regularity, till they were about fifty yards from the _pah_, when, after opening out into a solid oblong mass to show a broaderfront, they stopped suddenly as one man, dropped into a half-kneelingposition, and remained perfectly motionless, every savage with his headbent round, as if he were looking over his left shoulder, and thenturning his eyes to the ground, and holding his weapon diagonally acrosshis body. 

The whole business was as correctly gone through as if it was amanoeuvre of some well-drilled European regiment, and then there was anutter silence for a few minutes. 

Not a sound arose from either side; enemies and friends resembledstatues, and it was as if the earth had some great attraction for them, for every eye looked down instead of at a foe. Don's heart beatheavily. As the band of heavy warriors came on, the air seemed tothrob, and the earth resound. It was exciting enough then; but thiswas, in its utter stillness, horribly intense, and with breathlessinterest the two adventurers scanned the fierce-looking band. 

All at once Jem placed his lips close to Don's ear, and whispered, --

"Dunno what to say to it all, Mas' Don. P'r'aps it's flam after all. "

"No, Jem; they look too fierce, " whispered back Don. 

"Ay, my lad, that's it; they look so fierce. If they didn't look soprecious ugly, I should believe in 'em a bit more. Looks to me as ifthey were going to pretend to bite, and then run off. "

A sudden yell rose from the attacking party just then, and three of theenemy rushed forward to the front, armed with short-handled stonetomahawks. They seemed to be chiefs, and were men of great height andbulk, but none the less active; and as they advanced, a low murmur ofdismay was started by such of the women as could command a view of whatwas going on outside. This seemed to be communicated to all the rest, women and children taking up the murmur, which rose to a piteous wail. This started the pigs and dogs which had been driven into the protectionof the _pah_, and the discord was terrible. 

But meanwhile, partly to encourage their followers, partly to dismaythose they had come to attack, the three leaders rushed wildly to andfro before the opening to the fort, brandishing their stone axes, grimacing horribly, putting out their tongues, and turning up theireyes, till only the whites were visible. 

"It's that 'ere which makes me think they won't fight, " said Jem, as heand Don watched the scene intently. 

"Don't talk, Jem. See what they are going to do. Are we to shoot ifthey do attack?"

"If you don't they'll give it to us, " replied Jem. "Oh, what a row!"

For at that moment there was a terrible and peculiar cry given fromsomewhere behind the little army, and the three men gave place to onewho rushed from behind. The cry was given out three times as the manindulged in a similar set of wild evolutions to those which had beendisplayed by the three leaders, and with his eyes showing only thewhites, he too thrust out his tongue derisively. 

"If I was only near enough to give you a chop under the chin!" grumbledJem. 

Then he grasped and cocked the pistol he held, for the chief in frontsuddenly began to stamp on the ground, and shouted forth the beginningof his war-song. 

Up leaped the whole of the enemy, to shake their spears as they yelledout the chorus, leaping and stamping with regular movement, till theearth seemed to quiver. The acts of the chief were imitated, every manseeming to strive to outdo his fellows in the contortions of theircountenances, the protrusion of their tongues, and the way in which theyrolled and displayed the whites of their eyes. 

There was quite a military precision in the stamping and bounding, whilethe rhythm of the wild war-song was kept with wonderful accuracy. 

"Feel scared, Mas' Don?" whispered Jem. 

"I did at first, Jem, " replied Don; "but they seem such a set ofridiculous idiots, that I am more disposed to laugh at them. "

"That's just how I feel, my lad, only aggrawated like, too. I shouldlike to go among 'em with a big stick. I never see such faces as theymake. It is all flam; they won't fight. "

The war-song went on as if the enemy were exciting themselves for theaffray, and all the time the men of Tomati and Ngati stood firm, and aswatchful as could be of their foes, who leaped, and stamped, and sangtill Jem turned to Don, and said in a low voice, --

"Look here, Mas' Don, it's my opinion that these here chaps never grewinside their heads after they was six or seven. They've got bodies bigenough, but no more brains than a little child. Look at thatsix-foot-four chap making faces at us; why, it's like a little boy. They won't fight. "

It seemed so to Don, and that it was all going to be an attempt tofrighten the tribe he was with. But all the same, the enemy came bydegrees nearer and nearer, as they yelled and leaped; and a suspicionsuddenly crossed Don's mind that there might be a motive in all this. 

"Jem, they mean to make a rush. "

"Think so, Mas' Don?"

"Yes, and our people know it. Look out!"

The followers of Tomati had thoroughly grasped the meaning of theindirect approach, just as a man who has practised a certain manoeuvreis prepared for the same on the part of his enemy, and they hadgradually edged towards the entrance to the _pah_, which was closed, butwhich naturally presented the most accessible way to the interior. 

The howling chorus and the dancing continued, till, at a signal, therush was made, and the fight began. 

Jem Wimble's doubts disappeared in an instant; for, childish as theactions of the enemy had been previously, they were now those ofdesperate savage men, who made no account of their lives in carrying outthe attack upon the weaker tribe. 

With a daring that would have done credit to the best disciplinedforces, they darted up to the stout fence, some of them attacking thedefenders, by thrusting through their spears, while others strove toclimb up and cut the lashings of the _toro-toro_, the stout fibrouscreeper with which the palings were bound together. 

One minute the enemy were dancing and singing, the next wildly engagedin the fight; while hard above the din, in a mournful booming bleat, rang out the notes of a long wooden horn. 

The tumult increased, and was made more terrible by the screaming of thewomen and the crying of the children, which were increased as someunfortunate defender of the _pah_ went down before the spear-thrusts ofthe enemy. 

The attack was as daring and brave as could be; but the defence was noless gallant, and was supplemented by a desperate valour, which seemedto be roused to the pitch of madness as the women's cries arose oversome fallen warrior. A spear was thrust through at the defenders;answering thrusts were given, but with the disadvantage that the enemywere about two to one. Tomati fought with the solid energy of his race, always on the look-out to lead half-a-dozen men to points which weremost fiercely assailed; and his efforts in this way were so successfulthat over and over again the enemy were driven back in spots where theyhad made the most energetic efforts to break through. 

As Don and Jem looked on they saw Tomati's spear darted through thegreat fence at some savage who had climbed up, and was hacking thelashings; and so sure as that thrust was made, the stone tomahawk ceasedto hack, and its user fell back with a yell of pain or despair. 

Ngati, too, made no grotesque contortions of his face; there was nololling out of the tongue, or turning up of the eyes, for hiscountenance was set in one fixed stare, and his white teeth clenched ashe fought with the valour of some knight of old. 

"I would not ha' thought it, Mas' Don, " said Jem excitedly. "Look athim; and I say--oh, poor chap!"

This last was as Jem saw a fine-looking young Maori, who was defending arather open portion of the stockade, deliver a thrust, and then drawback, drop his spear, throw up his arms, and then reel and staggerforward, to fall upon his face--dead. 

"They'll be through there directly, Mas' Don!" cried Jem, hoarsely, asDon stooped upon one knee to raise the poor fellow's head, and lay itgently down again, for there was a look upon it that even he couldunderstand. 

"Through there, Jem?" said Don, rising slowly, and looking half stunnedwith horror. 

"Yes, my lad; and Tomati's busy over the other side, and can't come. Arn't it time us two did something?"

"Yes, " said Don, with his face flushing, as he gave a final look at thedead Maori. "Ah!"

Both he and Jem stopped short then, for there was a yell of dismay asNgati was seen now to stagger away from the fence, and fall headlong, bleeding from half-a-dozen wounds. 

An answering yell came from outside, and the clatter of spear andtomahawk seemed to increase, while the posts were beginning to yield inthe weak spot near where the two companions stood. 

"Come on, Jem!" cried Don, who seemed to be moved by a spirit ofexcitement, which made him forget to feel afraid; and together they ranto where two men, supported by their companions outside, were hacking atthe _toro-toro_, while others were fiercely thrusting their spearsthrough whenever the defenders tried to force the axe-men down. 

"Pistols, Jem, and together, before those two fellows cut the lashings. "

"That's your sort!" cried Jem; and there was a sharp _click, click_, asthey cocked their pistols. 

"Now, Jem, we mustn't miss, " said Don. "Do as I do. "

He walked to within three or four yards of the great fence, and restedthe butt of the spear he carried on the ground. Then, holding thepistol-barrel against the spear-shaft with his left hand, thus turningthe spear into a support, he took a long and careful aim at a greatbulky savage, holding on the top of the fence. 

Jem followed his example, and covered the other; while the enemy yelled, and thrust at them with their spears, yelling the more excitedly as itwas found impossible to reach them. 

"Let me give the word, Mas' Don!" cried Jem, whose voice shook withexcitement. "Mind and don't miss, dear lad, or they'll be down upon us. Ready?"

"Yes, " said Don. 

"Here goes, then, " cried Jem. "Fire! Stop your vents. "

The two pistols went off simultaneously, and for a few moments the smokeconcealed the results. Then there was a tremendous yelling outside, onethat was answered from within by the defenders, who seemed to havebecome inspirited by the shots; for either from fright, or from theeffects of the bullets, the two great Maoris who were cutting thelashings were down, and the defenders were once more at the fence, keeping the enemy back. 

"Load quickly, Jem, " said Don. 

"That's just what I was a-going to say to you, Mas' Don. "

"Well done, my lads! That's good!" cried a hoarse voice; and Tomati wasclose to them. "Keep that up; but hold your fire till you see themtrying to get over, and wherever you see that, run there and give 'em acouple of shots. Ha, ha! Ha, ha!" he roared, as he rushed away toencourage his followers, just as Jem had rammed home his charge, andexamined the priming in the pistol pan. 

"That's just what we will do, " said Jem; "only I should like to keep atit while my blood's warm. If I cool down I can't fight. Say, Mas' Don, I hope we didn't kill those two chaps. "

"I hope they're wounded, Jem, so that they can't fight, " replied Don, ashe finished his priming. "Quick! They're getting up yonder. "

They ran across to the other side of the _pah_, and repeated theirprevious act of defence with equally good result; while the defenders, who had seemed to be flagging, yelled with delight at the two youngEnglishmen, and began fighting with renewed vigour. 

"Load away, Mas' Don!" cried Jem; "make your ramrod hop. Never mind thepistol kicking; it kicks much harder with the other end. Four men down. What would my Sally say?"

"Hi! Quick, my lads!" shouted Tomati; and as Don looked up he saw thetattooed Englishman, who looked a very savage now, pointing with hisspear at one corner of the place. 

Don nodded, and ran with Jem in the required direction, finishing theloading as they went. 

It was none too soon, for three of the enemy were on the top of thefence, and, spear in hand, were about to drop down among the defenders. 

_Bang_! Went Jem's pistol, and one of the savages fell back. 

_Bang_! Don's shot followed, and the man at whom he aimed fell too, butright among the spears of the defenders; while the third leaped into the_pah_, and the next moment lay transfixed by half-a-dozen weapons. 

"I don't like this, Jem, " muttered Don, as he loaded again. 

"More don't I, my lad; but it's shoot them or spear us; so load away. "

Jem words were so much to the point, that they swept away Don'scompunction, and they hastily reloaded. 

All around were the yelling and clashing of spears; and how many of theattacking party fell could not be seen, but there was constantly thedepressing sight of some brave defender of the women and childrenstaggering away from the fence, to fall dead, or to creep away out ofthe struggle to where the weeping women eagerly sought to staunch hiswounds and give him water. 

"That's splendid, my lads! That's splendid! Ten times better thanusing a spear, " cried Tomati, coming up to them again. "Plenty ofpowder and ball?"

"Not a very great deal, " said Don. 

"Be careful, then, and don't waste a shot. They can't stand that. "

"Shall we beat them off?" said Don, after seeing that his pistol wascharged. 

"Beat them off? Why, of course. There you are again. Look sharp!"

Once more the two pistols cleared the attacking Maoris from the top ofthe fence, where they were vainly trying to cut through the lashings;and, cheered on by these successes, the defenders yelled with delight, and used their spears with terrible effect. But the attacking party, after a recoil, came on again as stubbornly as ever, and it was plainenough to those who handled the firearms that it was only a question oftime before the besieged would be beaten by numbers; and Don shudderedas he thought of the massacre that must ensue. 

He had been looking round, and then found that Jem was eyeing himfixedly. 

"Just what I was a-thinking, Mas' Don. We've fought like men; but wecan't do impossibles, as I says to your uncle, when he wanted me to movea molasses barrel. Sooner we cuts and runs, the better. "

"I was not thinking of running, Jem. "

"Then you ought to have been, my lad; for there's them at home aswouldn't like us two to be killed. "

"Don't! Don't! Jem!" cried Don. "Come on. There's a man over! Two--three--four! Look!"

He ran toward the side, where a desperate attack was being made, and, ashe said, four men were over, and others following, when once more thepistols sent down a couple who had mounted the fence, one of them beingshot through the chest, the other dropping on seeing his companion fall, but with no further hurt than the fright caused by a bullet whistling byhis ear. 

The four who were over made a desperate stand, but Tomati joined in theattack, and the daring fellows soon lay weltering in their blood; while, as Don rapidly loaded once more, he saw that Tomati was leaning on hisspear, and rocking himself slowly to and fro. 

"Are you hurt?" said Don, running up, and loading as he went. 

"Hurt, my lad? Yes: got it horrid. Look here, if you and him see achance make for the mountain, and then go south'ard. "

"But shall we be beaten?"

"We are beaten, my lad, only we can't show it. I'm about done. "

"Oh!"

"Hush! Don't show the white feather, boy. Keep on firing, and thebeggars outside may get tired first. If not--There, fire away!"

He made a brave effort to seem unhurt, and went to assist his men; whileonce more Don and Jem ran to the side, and fired just in time to savethe lashings of the fence; but Jem's pistol went off with quite a roar, and he flung the stock away, and stood shaking his bleeding fingers. 

"Are you hurt, Jem?"

"Hurt! He says, `Am I hurt?' Why, the precious thing bursted all toshivers; and, oh, crumpets, don't it sting!"

"Let me bind it up. "

"You go on and load; never mind me. Pretty sort o' soldier you'd make. D'yer hear? Load, I say; load!"

"Can't, Jem, " said Don sadly; "that was my last charge. "

"So it was mine, and I rammed in half-a-dozen stones as well to give 'eman extra dose. Think that's what made her burst?"

"Of course it was, Jem. "

"Bad job; but it's done, and we've got the cutlash and spears. Whichare you going to use?"

"The spear. No; the cutlass, Jem. "

"Bravo, my lad! Phew! How my hand bleeds. "

"I'm afraid we shall be beaten, Jem. "

"I'm sure of it, my lad. My right hand, too; I can't hit with it. Wishwe was all going to run away now. "

"Do you, Jem?"

"Ay, that I do; only we couldn't run away and leave the women andchildren, even if they are beaten. "

A terrible yelling and shrieking arose at that moment from behind wherethey stood, and as they turned, it was to see the whole of thedefenders, headed by Tomati, making a rush for one portion of the fencewhere some of the stout poles had given way. A breach had been made, and yelling like furies, the enemy were pouring through in a crowd. 

CHAPTER FORTY. 

DEFEATED. 

Two minutes at the outside must have been the lapse of time before thelast spear held up in defence of the _pah_ was lowered by its braveowner in weakness, despair, or death. 

Tomati's men fought with desperate valour, but they were so reduced thatthe enemy were four to one; and as they were driven back step by step, till they were huddled together in one corner of the _pah_, theslaughter was frightful. 

Stirred to fury at seeing the poor fellows drop, both Don and Jem hadmade unskilful use of their weapons, for they were unwillingly mingledwith the crowd of defenders, and driven with them into the corner of thegreat enclosure. 

One minute they were surrounded by panting, desperate men, using theirspears valorously, as the Greeks might have used theirs in days of old;then there came a rush, a horrible crowding together, a sensation to Donas if some mountain had suddenly fallen on his head to crush out thehideous din of yelling and despairing shrieks, and then all wasdarkness. 

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It was still darkness, but the stars were shining brightly overhead, when Don opened his eyes again to begin wondering why his head shouldache so terribly, and he should feel so cold. 

Those thoughts were only momentary, for a colder chill ran through himas on both sides of where he lay a low moaning sound arose, as of someone in pain. 

"Where am I?" he thought. "What is the matter?"

Then he realised what had happened, for a familiar voice said almost ina whisper, --

"Poor little Sally! I wish she was here with a bit of rag. "

"Jem!"

"Mas' Don! Oh! Thank the Lord! Amen! I thought--I thought--Oh! Oh!"

A choking sensation rose in Don's throat, for he could hear close besidehim the brave, true fellow sobbing like a woman. 

"Jem! Jem, old chap!" whispered Don. "Don't, pray don't do that. "

"I'm a-trying not to as hard as ever I can, " whispered the poor fellowhoarsely; "but I've been bleeding like a pig, Mas' Don, and it's made meas weak as a great gal. You see I thought as you was dead. "

"No, no, Jem; I'm here safe, only--only my head aches, and I can't getmy hands free. "

"No, my lad, more can't I. We're both tied up, hands and legs. "

"But the others? Where is Tomati?"

"Don't ask me, my lad. "

"Oh, Jem!"

There was a few minutes' awful silence, during which the low moaningsound went on from different places close at hand. 

"Where is Ngati?" whispered Don at last. 

"Half killed, or dead, Mas' Don, " said Jem, sadly. "We're reg'lar beat. But, my word, Mas' Don, I am sorry. "

"Sorry? Of course. "

"Ah! But I mean for all I said about the poor fellows. I thought theycouldn't fight. "

"The women and children, Jem?"

"All prisoners, 'cept some as would fight, and they--"

"Yes--go on. "

"They served them same as they did those poor chaps as wouldn't givein. "

"How horrible!"

"Ah, 'tis horrid, my lad; and I've been wishing we hadn't cut and run. We was better off on board ship. "

"It's of no use to talk like that, Jem. Are you much hurt?"

"Hand's all cut about with that pistol busting, and there's a holethrough my left shoulder, as feels as if it had been bored with a redhot poker. But there, never mind. Worse disasters at sea, Mas' Don. Not much hurt, are you?"

"I don't know, Jem. I can remember nothing. "

"Good job for you, my lad. One of 'em hit you over the head with theback of a stone-chopper; and I thought he'd killed you, so I--"

Jem ceased speaking. 

"Well, go on, " whispered Don. 

"That's all, " said Jem, sullenly. 

"But you were going to say what you did when the man struck me. "

"Was I? Ah, well, I forget now. "

Don was silent, for Jem had given him something terrible to dwell uponas he tried to think. 

At last he spoke again. 

"Where are the enemy, Jem?"

"Enemy, indeed!" growled Jem. "Savages like them don't deserve such afine name. Brutes!"

"But where are they? Did you see what they did?"

"See? Yes. Don't ask me. "

"But where are they?"

"Sleep. Drunk, I think. After they'd tied us prisoners all up and shutup all the women and children in the big _whare_, what do you think theydid?"

"Kill them?"

"Killed 'em? No. Lit fires, and set to and had a reg'lar feast, anddanced about--them as could!" added Jem with a chuckle. "Some on 'emhad got too many holes in 'em to enjoy dancing much. But, Mas' Don. "

"Yes, Jem. "

"Don't ask me to tell you no more, my lad. I'm too badly, just now. Think you could go to sleep?"

"I don't know, Jem. I don't think so. "

"I'd say, let's try and get ourselves loose, and set to and get away, for I don't think anybody's watching us; but I couldn't go two steps, Iknow. Could you run away by yourself?"

"I don't know, " said Don. "I'm not going to try. "

"Well, but that's stupid, Mas' Don, when you might go somewhere, p'r'aps, and get help. "

"Where, Jem?"

"Ah!" said the poor fellow, after a pause, "I never thought about that. "

They lay still under the blinking stars, with the wind blowing chillfrom the icy mountains; and the feeling of bitter despondency which hungover Don's spirit seemed to grow darker. His head throbbed violently, and a dull numbing pain was in his wrists and ankles. Then, too, as heopened his lips, he felt a cruel, parching, feverish thirst, whichseemed by degrees to pass away as he listened to the low moaning, andthen for a few minutes he lost consciousness. 

But it was only to start into wakefulness again, and stare wildly at thefaintly-seen fence of the great _pah_, right over his head, and throughwhich he could see the twinkling of a star. 

As he realised where he was once more, he whispered Jem's name again andagain, but a heavy breathing was the only response, and he lay thinkingof home and of his bedroom all those thousand miles away. And as hethought of Bristol, a curious feeling of thankfulness came over him thathis mother was in ignorance of the fate that had befallen her son. 

"What would she say--what would she think, if she knew that I was lyinghere on the ground, a prisoner, and wounded--here at the mercy of a setof savages--what would she say?"

A short time before Don had been thinking that fate had done its worstfor him, and that his position could not possibly have been more grave. But he thought now that it might have been far worse, for his mother wasspared his horror. 

And then as he lay helpless there, and in pain, with his companion badlyhurt, and the low moan of some wounded savage now and then making himshudder, the scene of the desperate fight seemed to come back, and hefelt feverish and wild. But after a time that passed off, and the painand chill troubled him, but only to pass off as well, and be succeededby a drowsy sensation. 

And then as he lay there, the words of the old, old prayers he hadrepeated at his mother's knee rose to his lips, and he was repeatingthem as sleep fell upon his weary eyes; and the agony and horrors ofthat terrible time were as nothing to him then. 

The Adventures of Don Lavington--by George Manville Fenn

CHAPTER FORTY ONE. 

PRISONERS OF WAR. 

"I wish our old ship was here, and I was at one of the guns to help givethese beggars a broadside. "

"It is very, very horrible, Jem. "

"Ten times as horrid as that, Mas' Don. Here was we all as quiet andcomf'table as could be--taking our warm baths. I say, shouldn't I likeone now! I'm that stiff and sore I can hardly move. "

"Yes, it would be a comfort, Jem. "

"Yes, and as I was saying, here was we going on as quiet as could be, and interfering with nobody, when these warmints came; and look atthings now. "

"Yes, " said Don, sadly, as he looked round; "half the men dead, theothers wounded and prisoners, with the women and children. "

"And the village--I s'pose they calls this a village; I don't, for therearn't no church--all racked and ruined. "

They sat together, with their hands tightly bound behind them, gazing atthe desolation. The prisoners were all huddled together, perfectlysilent, and with a dull, sullen, despairing look in their countenances, which seemed to suggest that they were accepting their fate as a matterof course. 

It was a horrible scene, so many of the warriors being badly wounded, but they made no complaint; and, truth to tell, most of those who werenow helpless prisoners had taken part in raids to inflict the pain theynow suffered themselves. 

The dead had been dragged away before Don woke that morning, but therewere hideous traces on the trampled ground, with broken weaponsscattered here and there, while the wounded were lying togetherperfectly untended, many of them bound, to prevent escape--hardlypossible even to an uninjured man, for a guard was keeping watch overthem ready to advance threateningly, spear in hand, if a prisonerattempted to move. 

Where Don and Jem were sitting a portion of the great fence was broken, and they could see through it down to the shore. 

"What a shame it seems on such a glorious morning, Jem!"

"Shame! Mas' Don? I should just like to shame 'em. Head hurt much?"

"Not so very much, Jem. How is your shoulder?"

"Rather pickly. "

"Rather what?"

"Pickly, as if there was vinegar and pepper and salt being rubbed intoit. But my old mother used to say that it was a good sign when a cutsmarted a lot. So I s'pose my wound's first rate, for it smarts like afurze bush in a fit. "

"I wish I could bathe it for you, Jem. "

"Thank ye, Mas' Don. I wish my Sally could do it. More in her way. "

"We must try and bear it all, I suppose, Jem. How hot the sun is; and, ill as I am, I should be so glad of something to eat and drink. "

"I'm that hungry, Mas' Don, " growled Jem, "that I could eat one o' thesehere savages. Not all at once, of course. "

"Look, Jem. What are they doing there?"

Don nodded his head in the direction of the broken fence; and togetherthey looked down from the eminence on which the _pah_ was formed, rightupon the black volcanic sand, over which the sea ran foaming like somuch glistening silver. 

There were about fifty of the enemy busy there running to and fro, andthe spectators were not long left in doubt as to what they were doing, for amid a great deal of shouting one of the huge war canoes was rundown over the sand and launched, a couple of men being left to keep herby the shore, while their comrades busied themselves in launchingothers, till every canoe belonging to the conquered tribe was in thewater. 

"That's it, is it?" said Jem. "They came over land, and now they'regoing back by water. Well, I s'pose, they'll do as they like. "

"Isn't this nearest one Ngati's canoe, Jem?"

"Yes, my lad; that's she. I know her by that handsome face cut in thefront. I s'pose poor Ngati's dead. "

"I'm afraid so, " said Don, sadly. "I've been trying to make out hisface and Tomati's among the prisoners, but I can't see either. "

"More can't I, Mas' Don. It's a werry bad job. Lookye yonder now. "

Don was already looking, for a great deal of excited business was goingon below, where the victorious tribe was at work, going and coming, andbringing down loads of plunder taken from the various huts. One manbore a bundle of spears, another some stone tomahawks, which wererattled into the bottom of the canoes. Then paddles, and bundles ofhempen garments were carried down, with other objects of value in thesavage eye. 

This went on for hours amidst a great deal of shouting and laughter, till a large amount of spoil was loaded into the canoes, one beingfilled up and deep in the water. 

Then there seemed to be a pause, the canoes being secured to treesgrowing close down to the shore, and the party busy there a short timebefore absent. 

"Coming to fetch us now, I suppose, Mas' Don, " said Jem. "Wonderwhether they've got your pistol and cutlash. "

But no one but the guards came in sight, and a couple of weary hourspassed, during which the other prisoners sat crouched together, talkingin a low tone, apparently quite indifferent to their fate; and thisindifference seemed so great that some of the thoughtless children beganto laugh and talk aloud. 

For some time this was passed over unnoticed; but at last one of theguards, a tall Maori, whose face was so lined in curves that it seemedto be absolutely blue, walked slowly over to the merry group, spear inhand, to give one child a poke with the butt, another a sharp blow overthe head, evidently with the intention of producing silence; but in thecase of the younger children his movements had the opposite effect, andthis roused the ire of some of the women, who spoke out angrily enoughto make the tall, blue-faced savage give a threatening gesture with hisspear. 

Just at that moment, however, a loud shouting and singing arose, whichtook the man's attention, and he and his fellows mounted on a stage atone corner of the _pah_ to stand leaning upon their spears, gazing downat the festivities being carried on at the edge of the sands below. 

For some time past it had seemed to Don that the plundering party hadfired the village, for a tall column of smoke had risen up, and this haddied down and risen again as combustible matter had caught. 

The fire was too far below to be seen, but the smoke rose in clouds asthe work of destruction seemed to be going on. 

The singing and shouting increased, and once or twice the otherprisoners appeared to take an excited interest in the sounds that cameup to them; but they only sank directly after into a state of moodyapathy, letting their chins go down upon their chests, and many of themdropping off to sleep. 

The noise and shouting had been going on for some time, and then ceased, to be succeeded by a low, busy murmur, as of a vast swarm of bees; andnow, after sitting very silent and thoughtful, watching the faint smokewhich came up from the fire, and eagerly drinking in the various sounds, Don turned his eyes in a curiously furtive manner to steal a look atJem. 

He did not move his head, but proceeded with the greatest caution, so asto try and read his companion's countenance, when, to his surprise, hefound that Jem was stealing a look at him, and both, as it were, snatched their eyes away, and began looking at the prisoners. 

But at that time it was as if the eyes of both were filled with somestrange attractive force, which made them turn and gaze in a peculiarlyhard, wild way. 

Don seemed to be reading Jem's thoughts as his sight plunged deeply intothe eyes of his companion, and as he gazed, he shuddered, and tried tolook elsewhere. 

But he could not look elsewhere, only hard at Jem, who also shuddered, and looked shame-faced and horrified. 

For they were reading each other's thoughts only too correctly, and theeffect of that perusal was to make big drops of perspiration roll downJem's face, and to turn Don deadly pale. 

At last each snatched his eyes away, Jem to watch the prisoners, Don toclose his, and sit trembling and listening to the bursts of merrimentwhich came up. 

At such times, in spite of their efforts, they could not imitate theapathy of the New Zealanders, but gazed wildly at each other, trying tomake themselves believe that what they imagined was false, or else theprisoners would have shown some sign of excitement. 

At last Jem ceased to make any pretence about the matter. He staredspeechlessly and full of misery at Don, who let his eyes rest wildly onJem's for a time before dropping his head upon his chest, and sittingmotionless. 

All through the rest of that hour, and hour after hour, till towardsevening, did the wretched prisoners sit in despair and misery withoutfood or water; and the sounds of merriment and feasting came loudly towhere they were. 

The sun was descending rapidly when about half-a-dozen of the conqueringtribe came up to the _pah_, with the result that those who were on guardsuddenly grew wildly excited, and giving up their duties to the newcomers, uttered eager shouts and rushed off in a way that was frantic inthe extreme. 

Don and Jem again exchanged looks full of misery and despair, and thengazed with wonder and loathing at the new comers, who walked slowlyabout for a few minutes, and then went and leaned their backs againstthe palisading of the _pah_, and partially supported themselves upontheir spears. 

"Ugh!" ejaculated Jem with a shudder as he turned away. "You wretches!Mas' Don, I felt as I lay here last night, all dull and miserable andsick, and hardly able to bear myself--I felt so miserable because I knewI must have shot some of those chaps. "

"So did I, Jem, " sighed Don; "so did I. "

"Well, just now, Mas' Don, I'm just 'tother way; ay, for I wish with allmy heart I'd shot the lot. Hark, there!"

They listened, and could hear a burst of shouting and laughing. 

"That's them sentries gone down now to the feast. I say, Mas' Don, lookat these here fellows. "

"Yes, Jem, I've been looking at them. It's horrible, and we mustescape. "

They sat gazing at their guards again, to see that they were flushed, their eyes full, heavy, and starting, and that they were absolutelystupefied and torpid as some huge serpent which has finished a meal. 

"They must be all drunk, Jem, " whispered Don, with a fresh shudder ofhorror and loathing. 

"No, Mas' Don, 'tarn't that, " said Jem, with a look of disgust. "OldMike used to tell us stories, and most of 'em was yarns as I didn'tbelieve; but he told us one thing as I do believe now. He said as someof the blacks in Africa would go with the hunters who killed thehippipperpothy-mouses, and when they'd killed one, they'd light a fire, and then cut off long strips of the big beast, hold 'em in the flame fora bit, and then eat 'em, and cut off more strips and eat them, and go oneating all day till they could hardly see or move. "

"Yes, I remember, Jem; and he said the men ate till they were drunk; andyou said it was all nonsense, for a man couldn't get drunk withoutdrink. "

"Yes, Mas' Don; but I was all wrong, and Mike was right. Those wretchesthere are as much like Mike Bannock was when he bored a hole in the rumpuncheon as can be. Eating too much makes people as stupid as drinking;and knowing what I do, I wishes I was in Africa and not here. "

"Knowing what you do, Jem?"

"Yes, Mas' Don, knowing what I do. It's what you know too. I can seeyou do. "

Don shuddered. 

"Don't, Jem, don't; it's too horrid even to think about. "

"Yes, dear lad, but we must think about it. These here people's used toit, and done it theirselves, I daresay; and they don't seem to mind; butwe do. Ah, Mas' Don, I'd rather ha' been a sailor all my life, or beenhad by the sharks when we was swimming ashore; for I feel as if I can'tstand this. There, listen!"

There was a sound of shouting and singing from the beach below, and oneof the guards tossed up his spear in a sleepy way, and shouted too, butonly to subside again into a sluggish state of torpidity. 

"Why, Mas' Don, by-and-by they'll all be asleep, and if we tried, youand me might get our arms and legs undone, and take a spear apiece, andkill the lot. What do you say?"

"The same as you will, if you think, Jem, " replied Don. "No. "

"No, it is, Mas' Don, of course. Englishmen couldn't do such a thing asthat. "

"But only let us have a fair chance at them again, Jem, and I don'tthink we shall feel very sorry if we slay a few. "

"Sorry?" said Jem, between his teeth. "I mean a hundred of 'em atleast, as soon as we can get away; and get away we will. "

They sat listening till the horrible feast below was at an end, andeverything became so silent that they concluded that the enemy must beasleep, and began to wonder that the prisoners should all crouchtogether in so apathetic a state. But all at once, when everythingseemed most still, and half the prisoners were dozing, there came theheavy trampling of feet; the guards roused up, and in the dim light ofthe late evening, the bonds which secured the captives' feet wereloosened, and, like a herd of cattle, they were driven down from theplatform upon which the _pah_ was constructed, and along the slope tothe sands, where the canoes rode lightly on the swell. 

Into these they were forced to climb, some getting in with alacrity, others slowly and painfully; two or three falling helplessly in thewater, and then, half drowned, being dragged in over the side. 

"Not a bit sorry I killed some of 'em, " muttered Jem. "They arn't men, Mas' Don, but savage beasts. "

It did not take long, for there was plenty of room in the little fleetof canoes. The prisoners were divided, some being placed in the canoeswith the plunder, and treated as if they were spoil. Others weredivided among the long canoes, manned by the enemy, whose own woundedmen, even to the worst, did not hesitate to take to a paddle, and filltheir places. Some of the children whimpered, but an apathetic state ofmisery and dejection seemed to have affected even them, while in one ortwo cases, a blow from a paddle was sufficient to awe the poor littleunfortunates into silence. 

As soon as the last man was in his place, a herculean chief waved hishands; one of his followers raised a great wooden trumpet, and blew along, bellowing note; the paddles dipped almost as one into the water, and the men burst into a triumphal chorus, as, for a few hundred yards, the great war canoes which they had captured swept with their freight ofspoil at a rapid rate southward along the shore. 

Then the sudden burst of energy ceased, the song broke off, the speeddiminished; and the men slowly dipped their paddles in a heavy, drowsyway. Every now and then one of the warriors ceased paddling, orcontented himself with going through the motion; but still the greatserpent-like vessels glided on, though slowly, while the darkness cameon rapidly, and the water flashed as its phosphorescent inhabitants weredisturbed. 

The darkness grew intense, but not for long. Soon a gradual lighteningbecame visible in the east, and suddenly a flash of light glanced alongthe surface of the sea, as the moon slowly rose to give a weird aspectto the long row of dusky warriors sluggishly urging the great canoesonward. 

Don and Jem had the good fortune to be together in the largest andleading canoe; and as they sat there in silence, the strangeness of thescene appeared awful. The shore looked almost black, save where themoon illumined the mountainous background; but the sea seemed to havebeen turned into a pale greenish metal, flowing easily in a moltenstate. No one spoke, not a sigh was heard from the prisoners, who musthave been suffering keenly as they cowered down in the boat. 

Don sat watching the weird panorama as they went along, asking himselfat times if it was all real, or only the effect of some vivid dream. For it appeared to be impossible that he could have gone through what hehad on the previous night, and be there now, borne who could saywhither, by the successful raiders, who were moving their oarsmechanically as the canoe glided on. 

"It must be a dream, " he said to himself. "I shall awake soon, and--"

"What a chance, Mas' Don!" said a low voice at his side, to prove to himthat he was awake. 

"Chance? What chance?" said Don, starting. 

"I don't mean to get away, but for any other tribe to give it to them, and serve 'em as they served our poor friends; for they was friends tous, Mas' Don. "

"I wish the wretches could be punished, " said Don sadly; "but I see nochance of that. "

"Ah! Wait a bit, my lad; you don't know. But what a chance it would bewith them all in this state. If it wasn't that I don't care about beingdrowned, I should like to set to work with my pocket knife, and make ahole in the bottom of the canoe. "

"It would drown the innocent and the guilty, Jem. "

"Ay, that's so, my lad. I say, Mas' Don, arn't you hungry?"

"Yes, I suppose so, Jem. Not hungry; but I feel as if I have had nofood. I am too miserable to be hungry. "

"So am I sometimes when my shoulder burns; at other times I feel as if Icould eat wood. "

They sat in silence as the moon rose higher, and the long lines ofpaddles in the different boats looked more weird and strange, while inthe distance a mountain top that stood above the long black line oftrees flashed in the moonlight as if emitting silver fire. 

"Wonder where they'll take us?" said Jem, at last. 

"To their _pah_, I suppose, " replied Don, dreamily. 

"I s'pose they'll give us something to eat when we get there, eh?"

"I suppose so, Jem. I don't know, and I feel too miserable even to tryand think. "

"Ah, " said Jem; "that's how those poor women and the wounded prisonersfeel, Mas' Don; but they're only copper-coloured blacks, and we'rewhites. We can't afford to feel as they do. Look here, my lad, howsoon do you think you'll be strong enough to try and escape?"

"I don't know, Jem. "

"I say to-morrow. "

"Shall you be fit?"

Jem was silent for a few minutes. 

"I'm like you, Mas' Don, " he said. "I dunno; but I tell you what, wewill not say to-morrow or next day, but make up our minds to go firstchance. What do you say to that?"

"Anything is better than being in the power of such wretches as these, Jem; so let's do as you say. "

Jem nodded his head as he sat in the bottom of the canoe in the broadmoonlight, and Don watched the soft silver sea, the black velvet-lookingshore, and the brilliant stars; and then, just as in his faintness, hunger, and misery, he had determined in his own mind that he would beobliged to sit there and suffer the long night through, and beganwondering how long it would be before morning, he became aware of thefact that Nature is bounteously good to those who suffer, for he sawthat Jem kept on nodding his head, as if in acquiescence with that whichhe had said; and then he seemed to subside slowly with his brow againstthe side. 

"He's asleep!" said Don to himself. "Poor Jem! He always could go tosleep directly. "

This turned Don's thoughts to the times when, after a hard morning'swork, and a hasty dinner, he had seen Jem sit down in a corner with hisback against a tub, and drop off apparently in an instant. 

"I wish I could go to sleep and forget all this, " Don said to himselfwith a sigh--"all this horror and weariness and misery. "

He shook his head: it was impossible; and he looked again at the darkshore that they were passing, at the shimmering sea, and then at thebronzed backs of the warriors as they paddled on in their drowsy, mechanical way. 

The movement looked more and more strange as he gazed. The men's bodiesswayed very little, and their arms all along the line looked misty, andseemed to stretch right away into infinity, so far away was the lastrower from the prow. The water flashed with the moonlight on one side, and gleamed pallidly on the other as the blades stirred it;and then they grew more misty and more misty, but kept on_plash_--_plash_--_plash_, and the paddles of the line of canoes behindechoed the sound, or seemed to, as they beat the water, and Jemwhispered softly in his ear, --

"Don't move, Mas' Don, my lad, I'm not tired!"

But he did move, for he started up from where his head had been lying onJem's knees, and the poor fellow smiled at him in the broad morningsunshine. Sunshine, and not moonshine; and Don stared. "Why, Jem, " hesaid, "have I been asleep?"

"S'pose so, Mas' Don. I know I have, and when I woke a bit ago, you'dgot your head in my lap, and you was smiling just as if you was enjoyingyour bit of rest. "

CHAPTER FORTY TWO. 

TOMATI ESCAPES. 

"Have they been rowing--I mean paddling--all night, Jem?" said Don, ashe looked back and saw the long line of canoes following the one he wasin. 

"S'pose so, my lad. Seems to me they can go to sleep and keep on, justas old Rumble's mare used to doze away in the carrier's cart, all buther legs, which used to keep on going. Them chaps, p'r'aps, goes tosleep all but their arms. "

A terrible gnawing sensation was troubling Don now, as he looked eagerlyabout to see that they were going swiftly along the coast line; fortheir captors had roused themselves with the coming of day, and sent thecanoes forward at a rapid rate for about an hour, until they ran theirlong narrow vessels in upon the beach and landed, making their prisonersdo the same, close by the mouth of a swift rocky stream, whose brightwaters came tumbling down over a series of cascades. 

Here it seemed as if a halt was to be made for resting, and aftersatisfying their own thirst, leave was given to the unhappy prisoners toassuage theirs, and then a certain amount of the food found in thevarious huts was served round. 

"Better than nothing, Mas' Don, " said Jem, attacking his portion withthe same avidity as was displayed by his fellow-prisoners. "'Tarn'tgood, but it'll fill up. "

"Look, Jem!" whispered Don; "isn't that Tomati?"

Jem ceased eating, and stared in the direction indicated by Don. 

"Why, 'tis, " he whispered. "Don't take no notice, lad, or they'll stopus, but let's keep on edging along till we get to him. Will you gofirst, or follow me?"

"I'll follow you, " whispered Don; and Jem began at once by changing hisposition a little as he went on eating. Then a little more, Donfollowing, till they had placed a group of the miserable, apathetic-looking women between them and the warriors. 

These women looked at them sadly, but made no effort to speak, only satwatching them as they crept on and on till they were close upon therecumbent figure which they had taken to be the tattooed Englishman. 

"Why, if this is so easy, Mas' Don, " said Jem, "why couldn't we getright among the trees and make for the woods?"

"Hush! Some one may understand English, and then our chance would begone. Go on. "

Another half-dozen yards placed them close beside the figure they hadsought to reach, and as he lay beside him, Don touched the poor fellowon the breast. 

"Tomati!" he whispered, "is that you?"

The man turned his head feebly round and stared vacantly--so changedthat for a moment they were in doubt. 

But the doubt was soon solved, for the poor wounded fellow said with asmile, --

"Ay, my lad; I was--afraid--you were--done for. "

"No, no; not much hurt, " said Don. "Are you badly wounded?"

Tomati nodded. 

"Can I do anything for you?"

"No, " was the reply, feebly given. "It's all over with me at last; theywill fight--and kill one another. I've tried--to stop it--no use. "

Jem exchanged glances with Don, for there was something terrible in theEnglish chiefs aspect. 

"Where are they taking us?" said Don, after a pause. 

"Down to Werigna--their place. But look here, don't stop to be takenthere. Go off into the woods and journey south farther than they go. Don't stay. "

"Will they kill us if we stay?" whispered Don. 

"Yes, " said Tomati, with a curious look. "Run for it--both. "

"But we can't leave you. "

Tomati smiled, and was silent for a few minutes. 

"You will not--leave me, " he whispered, as he smiled sadly. "I--shallescape. "

"I am glad, " whispered Don. "But Ngati?--where is Ngati?"

"Crawled away up the mountain. Badly wounded, but he got away. "

"Then he has escaped, " whispered Don joyfully. 

"Yes. So must you, " said Tomati, shivering painfully. "Good lads, both. "

"I don't like to leave you, " said Don again. 

"Ah! That's right. Don, my lad, can you take hold--of my hand--andsay--a prayer or two. I'm going--to escape. "

A thrill of horror ran through Don as he caught hold of the Englishman'sicy hand, and the tears started to his eyes as in a broken voice herepeated the old, old words of supplication; but before his lips hadformed half the beautiful old prayer and breathed it into the poorfellow's ear, Don felt his hand twitched spasmodically, and one of thechiefs shouted some order. 

"Down, Mas' Don! Lie still!" whispered Jem. "They're ordering 'em intothe boat again. Think we could crawl into the bush from here?"

"No, Jem; it would be impossible. "

"So it would, lad, so it would; but as he said, poor chap, we must taketo the woods. Think any of these would come with us?"

Don shook his head despairingly, as he longed to look in Tomati's faceagain, but he dared not stir. 

A few minutes later they were once more in the leading canoe, which wasbeing urged rapidly over the smooth sea, and it was a long time beforeDon could frame the words he wished to say. For whenever he tried tospeak there was a strange choking sensation in his throat, and he endedby asking the question mutely as he gazed wildly in his companion'sface. 

"Tomati, Mas' Don?" said Jem sadly. 

Don nodded. 

"Ah, I thought that was what you meant, my lad. Didn't you understandhim when he spoke?"

"No--yes--I'm afraid I did, " whispered back Don. 

"Yes, you did, my lad. He meant it, and he knew it. He has got away. "

Don gazed wildly in Jem's eyes, and then bent his head low down to hidethe emotion he felt, for it was nothing to him then that the Englishchief was an escaped convict from Norfolk Island. He had been a truefriend and defender to them both; and Don in his misery, pain, andstarvation could only ask himself whether that was the way that he mustescape--the only open road. 

It was quite an hour before he spoke again, and then hardly above hisbreath. 

"Jem, " he said, "shall we ever see our dear old home again?"

Jem looked at him wistfully, and tried to answer cheerily, but thepaddles were flashing in the sun, and the canoe was bearing them fartherand farther away to a life of slavery, perhaps to a death of such horrorthat he dared not even think of it, much less speak. 

CHAPTER FORTY THREE. 

A SEARCH IN THE DARK. 

Two days' more water journey within easy reach of the verdant shore, past inlet, gulf, bay, and island, round jagged points, about which thewaves beat and foamed; and then, amidst shouting, singing, and endlessbarbaric triumphal clamour, the captured canoes with their loads ofprisoners and spoil were run up to a black beach, where a crowd ofwarriors with their women and children and those of the littleconquering army eagerly awaited their coming. 

Utterly worn out, the two English prisoners hardly had the spirit toscan the beautiful nook, through which a foaming stream of water dashed, at whose mouth lay several large war canoes, and close by which was thelarge open _whare_ with its carven posts and grotesque heads, quite avillage of huts being scattered around. 

Similarly placed to that which he had helped to defend, Don could seeupon a shoulder of the hill which ran up behind the _whare_, a greatstrongly made _pah_, ready for the tribe to enter should they bebesieged by some enemy. 

But the whole scene with its natural beauty, seemed accursed to Don, ashe was half dragged out of the canoe, to stagger and fall upon thesands--the fate of many of the wounded prisoners, who made noresistance, but resigned themselves to their fate. 

A scene of rejoicing ensued, in the midst of which fires which had beenlighted as soon as the canoes came in sight, were well used by the womenwho cooked, and before long a banquet was prepared, in which three pigsand a vast number of potatoes formed the principal dishes. 

But there was an abundance of fruit, and bowls of a peculiar gruel-likefood, quantities of which were served out to the wretched prisoners, where they squatted together, as dismal a group as could be imagined, and compared their own state with that of the victors, whose receptionwas almost frantic, and whose spoil was passed from hand to hand, to bemarvelled at, or laughed at with contempt. 

At another time Don would have turned with disgust from the unattractivemess offered to him, but hunger and thirst made him swallow it eagerly, and the effect was wonderful. 

A short time before he had felt ready to lay down and die; but, afterpartaking of the food, he was ready to accept Jem's suggestion that theyshould bathe their hands and faces in the rushing water that foamed byclose at hand, the conquerors being too much occupied with their singingand feasting to pay much heed to them. So they crept to the rocky edgeof the clear, sparkling water, and to their surprise found that it wasquite warm. 

But it was none the less refreshing, and as they half lay afterwards onthe sun-warmed rock at the side, watching suspiciously every act oftheir new masters, in dread of that horror which sent a chill throughboth, they felt the refreshing glow send new life and strength throughthem, and as if their vigour were returning with every breath they drew. 

"Feel better, Mas' Don?"

"Yes, much. "

"So 'm I. If it wasn't for the hole in my shoulder, and it being sostiff, I shouldn't be long before I was all right. "

"Does it pain you very much?"

"Come, that's better, Mas' Don, " said Jem. 

"Better?"

"Yes; you're looking up again, and taking a bit o' interest in things. You quite frightened me, you seemed so down. My shoulder? Well, it dogive it me pretty tidy. I thought I should have had to squeal when Iwas washing just now. But my legs are all right, Mas' Don. How'syourn?"

"My legs?"

"Yes. How soon shall we be ready to cut away?"

"Hush!"

"Oh! There's no one here understands English. When shall it be--to-night?"

"First time there is an opportunity, Jem, " said Don, softly. 

"That's so, my lad; so every time you get a chance, you eat; and whenyou don't eat you drink, and lie down all you can. "

"Do you think any of the men here would try to escape with us?"

Jem shook his head. 

"I don't understand 'em, Mas' Don. Seems to me that these chaps are allfight till they're beaten; but as soon as they're beaten, they're likesome horses over a job: they won't try again. No, they're no good tohelp us, and I suppose they mean to take it as it comes. "

The two lay in silence now, watching the proceedings of their captors, who were being feasted, till there was a sudden movement, and about adozen men approached them, spear in hand. 

At a shouted order the prisoners, wounded and sound, rose up with thewomen and children; and as patiently and apathetically as possible, allowed themselves to be driven up the hill-side to the strongly-built_pah_, through whose gateway they entered, and then threw themselveswearily down in the shadow of the great fence, while their captorssecured the entrance, and a couple of them remained on guard. 

"Do I look like a sheep, Mas' Don?" said Jem, as he threw himself on theearth. "Sheep? No, Jem. Why?"

"Because I feels like one, my lad. Driven in here like one of a flock, and this place just like a great pen; and here we are to be kept tillwe're wanted for--Oh, don't look like that, Mas' Don. It was only myfun. I say, you look as white as a wax image. "

"Then don't talk that way, " said Don, hoarsely. "It is too horrible. "

"So it is, dear lad; but it seems to me that they only want to keep usnow for slaves or servants. They're not going to, eh?"

"No, Jem, " said Don looking at the great fence. 

"Yes, that's just what I think, my lad. Posts like this may keep in NooZealanders, but they won't keep in two English chaps, will they?"

"Do you think if we got away in the woods, we could manage to live, Jem?"

"I think, my lad, if we stop in this here _pah_, we can't manage to atall, so we'll try that other way as soon as we can. "

"Do you think it will be cowardly to leave these poor creatures in thepower of the enemy?"

"If we could do 'em any good by staying it would be cowardly; but wecan't do 'em any good. So as soon as you like, as I said before, I'mready for a start. Why, there's fern roots, and fruit, and rivers, andthe sea--Oh, yes, Mas' Don, I think we could pick up a living somehow, till we reached a settlement, or friendly tribe. "

Night began to fall soon afterward, and half-a-dozen women came in, bearing more bowls of the gruel-like food, and a couple of baskets ofpotatoes, which were set down near the prisoners, along with a couple ofgreat vessels of water. 

"Didn't think I wanted any more yet, " said Jem, after eating heartily, for there was an abundance. "Go on, Mas Don; 'tarn't so bad when you'reused to it, but a shovel full of our best West Indy plarntation sugarwouldn't ha' done it any harm to my thinking. "

"I have eaten all I care for, Jem, " said Don, wearily; and he sat gazingat the great fence which kept them in. 

"No, " said Jem, softly; "not there, Mas' Don. Just cast your eyes a bitmore to the left. There's quite a rough bit, and if we couldn't climbit, I'm not here. "

"But what about your shoulder?"

"I'll climb it with one hand, Mas' Don, or know the reason why. "

"But the men on sentry?"

"Tchah! They think we're all too done up and cowardly to try to getaway. I've been thinking it all over, and if you're the same mind asme, off we go to-night. "

Don's heart beat fast, and a curious feeling of timidity came over him, consequent upon his weakness, but he mastered it, and, laying his handon his companion's arm, responded, --

"I am ready. "

"Then we'll make our hay while the sun shines, and as soon as it'sdark, " said Jem, earnestly, and unconscious of the peculiarity of hisuse of the proverb. "Let's lie still just as the others do, and then, I'm sorry for 'em; but this here's a case where we must help ourselves. "

Jem lay there on his back as if asleep, when three stalwart Maoris cameround soon after dusk, and took out the bowls which had held the food. They were laughing and talking together, as if in high glee, and it wasapparently about the success of the festival, for they looked at theirprisoners, whom they then seemed to count over, each in turn touchingthe poor creatures with the butt ends of their long spears. 

Don felt the hot blood surge through his veins as one of the threeguards gave him a harsh thrust with his spear, but he did not wince, only lay back patiently and waited till the men had gone. They securedthe way into the _pah_, after which they squatted down, and begantalking together in a low voice. 

Don listened to them for a time, and then turned over to where Jem layas if asleep. 

"Is it dark enough?" he whispered. 

"Plenty. I'm ready. "

"Can you manage to get over?"

"I will get over, " said Jem, almost fiercely. "Wait a little while, Mas' Don. "

"I can't wait, Jem, " he whispered. "I feel now as if I must act. Butone minute: I don't like leaving these poor creatures in theirhelplessness. "

"More do I; but what can we do? They won't stir to help themselves. Only thing seems to me is to get away, and try and find some one whowill come and punish the brutes as brought us here. "

Don's heart sank, but he knew that his companion's words were those oftruth, and after a little hesitation he touched Jem with his hand, andthen began to crawl slowly across the open space toward the fence. 

He looked back to make sure that Jem was following, but the darkness wasso thick now, that even at that short distance he could not see him. Just then a touch on his foot set him at rest, and he crept softly on, listening to the low muttering of the men at the gate, and wonderingwhether he could find the rough part of the fence to which Jem haddirected his attention. 

As he crept on he began to wonder next whether the prisoners would missthem, and do or say anything to call the attention of the guard; but allremained still, save that the Maoris laughed aloud at something one ofthem had said. 

This gave him confidence, and ceasing his crawling movement, he rose tohis hands and feet, and crept on all fours to the fence, where he rosenow to an erect position, and began to feel about for the rough post. 

Jem was up and by him directly after. Don placed his lips to his ear. 

"Whereabouts was it?"

"Somewhere 'bout here. You try one way, and I'll try the other, "whispered Jem; and then Don gripped his arm, and they stood listening, for a faint rustling sound seemed to come from outside. 

The noise was not repeated; but for quite half an hour they remainedlistening, till, gaining courage from the silence--the Maori guard onlyspeaking from time to time, and then in a low, drowsy voice--Don beganto follow Jem's suggestion, feeling post after post, and sometimespassing his arm through. But every one of the stout pales he touchedwas smooth and unclimbable without some help; and thinking that perhapshe had missed the place, he began to move back in the darkness, straining his ears the while to catch any sound made by his companion. 

But all was perfectly still, and every pale he touched was smooth andregular, set, too, so close to the next that there was not the slightestchance of even a child creeping through. 

All at once there was a rustling sound on his left. 

"Jem has found it, " he thought; and he pressed forward toward where hehad parted from Jem, passing one hand along the pales, the otherextended so as to touch his companion as soon as they were near. 

The rustling sound again close at hand; but he dare not speak, onlycreep on in the dense blackness, straining his eyes to see; and his earsto catch his companion's breath. 

"Ah!"

Don uttered a sigh of satisfaction, for it was painful to be alone atsuch a time, and he had at last touched the strong sturdy arm which wasslightly withdrawn, and then the hand gripped him firmly. 

Don remained motionless, listening for the danger which must bethreatening, or else Jem would have spoken; but at last the silencebecame so irksome that the prisoner raised his left hand to grasp Jem'swrist. 

But it was not Jem's wrist. It was bigger and stouter; and quick asthought Don ran his hand along the arm to force back the holder of hisarm, when to his horror, he found that the limb had been thrust throughone of the openings of the fence, and he was a prisoner to some fiercechief who had suspected the design to escape, held in so strong a grip, that had he dared to struggle to free himself, it would not have beenpossible to drag the fettered arm away. 

"Jem! Help!" was on his lips, but he uttered no cry, only breathlesslylistened to a deep panting from the outer side of the _pah_. 

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR. 

AFTER SUSPENSE. 

What would happen? A powerful savage had hold of him firmly, had caughthim just as he was about to escape; and the next thing would be that hewould feel a spear driven through the opening between the pales, andthat spear would run him through and through. 

His first idea was to give warning of the danger, but he dared not call, and Jem was apparently beyond hearing of the rustling and panting noisewhich could still be heard. 

Directly after Don determined to wrest his arm away, and dart back intothe darkness. 

But the hand which held him still gripped with a force which made thisimpossible; and in despair and dread he was about to fling himself down, when Jem came gliding up out of the darkness, and touched his cold, wetface. 

"I've found the post, Mas' Don!" he whispered. 

Don caught him with his disengaged hand, and placed Jem's against thearm which held him. 

For a few moments Jem seemed unable to grasp the situation, for nothingwas visible. Then he placed his lips once more close to Don's ear. 

"Wait a moment till I've opened my knife. "

"No, no, " whispered Don in a horrified tone. "It is too dreadful. "

"Then let's both try together, and wrench your arm away. "

A peculiar hissing sound came at that moment from the outside of the_pah_, and Don felt his arm jerked. 

"My pakeha! My pakeha!"

"Why, it's Ngati!" whispered Don joyfully; and he laid his disengagedhand on the massive fist which held him. 

The grasp relaxed on the instant, and Don's hand was seized, and heldfirmly. 

"It's Ngati, Jem, " whispered Don, "come to help us. "

"Good luck to him!" said Jem eagerly; and he felt for the chiefs greathand, to pat it, and grasp it in a friendly way. 

His grasp was returned, and then they listened as Ngati put his face tothe opening, and whispered a few words, the only part of which theycould understand being, --

"My pakeha. Come. "

"Yes; we want to come, " whispered Don. 

"Tomati. Gone, " came back, and then the chief said something rapidly inhis own tongue. 

Don sighed, for he could not comprehend a word. 

"It's no good trying, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem; "and if we don't try toget away, we mayn't have a chance to-morrow. Let's--Here it is. Quick!I've got it. You climb up first, get over the top, and hang by yourhands, and wait till I come. We must both drop together, and then beoff. Oh, if we could only make him understand. What a fool of alanguage his is. "

Don could not even then help thinking that Ngati might have said thesame, but he did not lose a moment. Loosening his hold of the chiefshand, he whispered, --

"Pakeha. Come. " Then giving himself up to the guidance of Jem, hishands were placed upon a rough post, and he began to climb, Jem helpinghim, somewhat after the fashion in which he had once assisted him toreach the window. 

Then, almost noiselessly, he reached the top, climbed over with ease bythe aid of the lashings, and getting a tight hold of the strong fibrousbands, he lowered himself down to await Jem's coming. 

Ngati was more intelligent than Don had expected, for directly after hefelt two great warm hands placed under to support his bare feet. Thesewere raised and lowered a little; and, seizing the opportunity, he lethimself sink down, till Ngati placed his feet upon two broad shoulders, and then Don felt himself seized by the hips, and lifted to the ground. 

As this went on Don could feel the post he had climbed vibrating, andthough he could not see, he could tell that Jem had mounted to the top. 

"Where are you?" whispered Jem. 

"Look out! Ngati will help you. "

Jem grasped the situation, and the chief caught his feet, lowering himslowly, when all at once something seemed to spring out of the darkness, knocking Don right over, and seizing Ngati. 

That it was one of the guards there could be no doubt, for the manraised the alarm, and held on to the prisoner he had made, Jem goingdown awkwardly in turn. 

He and Don could have fled at once, but they could not leave their NewZealand friend in the lurch; and as the struggle went on, Jem hadliterally to feel his way to Ngati's help, no easy task in the darknesswhen two men are struggling. 

At last he was successful, and got a grip of one of the combatants'throat; but a hoarse, "No, pakeha!" told him of his mistake. 

He rectified it directly, getting his arm round the neck of the guard, tightening his grasp, and with such good effect, that Ngati wrenchedhimself free, and directly after Don heard one heavy blow, followed by agroan. 

"My pakeha!"

"Here!" whispered Don, as they heard the rapid beating of feet, shoutsbelow, in the _pah_, and close at hand. 

Ngati seized Don's hand, and after stooping down, thrust a spear intoit. Then, uttering a grunt, he placed another spear in Jem's hand, thespoils of their fallen enemy, and leaving him for a moment, he feltalong the fence for his own weapon. 

He spoke no more, but by means of action made Don understand that hewould go first, holding his spear at the trail, he grasping one end, Donthe other. Jem was to do likewise, and thus linked together they wouldnot be separated. 

All this took time, and during the brief moments that elapsed it wasevident that the whole tribe was alarmed, and coming up to the _pah_. 

"All right, Mas' Don! I understand. It's follow my leader, and old `mypakeha' to lead. "

Ngati did not hesitate a moment, but went rapidly down the steepdescent, straight for the river, apparently right for where some of theyelling tribe were advancing. 

All at once the New Zealand chief stopped short, turned quickly, andpressed his hands firmly on Don's shoulder; for voices were heard justin front, and so near, that the lad feared that they must be seen. 

But he grasped the chief's idea, and lay flat down, Jem following hisexample; and almost as they crouched to the ground, a group of the enemyran up so close, that one of them caught his foot against Jem, and fellheadlong. 

Fortunately Jem was too much startled to move, and, muttering angrily, the man sprang up, not--as Don expected--to let drive with a spear athis companion, but attributing his fall to some stone, or the trunk of atree, he ran on after his companions. Then Ngati rose, uttered a fewwords, whose import they grasped, and once more they hurried on straightfor the river. 

It was their only chance of escape, unless they made for the sea, andchanced finding a small canoe on the sands. 

But that was evidently not Ngati's intention. Over the river seemed tobe the only way not likely to be watched; and, going straight for it, heonly paused again close to its brink, listening to the shouting going onbut a very short distance from where they stood. 

While Don listened, it sounded to him as if the Maoris were literallyhunting them down, the men spreading out like a pack of dogs, andcovering every inch of ground so closely that, unless they escaped fromwhere they were, capture was absolutely certain. 

As they stood panting there, Ngati caught Don's hand, and tightened itround the spear, following this up by the same action with Jem. 

"He means we are to hold tight, Jem. "

"Is he going to take us across this tumbling river, Mas' Don?"

"It seems so. "

"Then I shall hold tight. "

Before them they could faintly make out the foaming water, and thoughthe distance was not above twenty or thirty yards, the water ran roaringover great stones in so fierce a torrent, that Don felt his heart sink, and shrank from the venture. 

But on the other side of the torrent was freedom from a death sohorrible that the boy shuddered at the thought, and without hesitationhe tightened his hold on the spear, and followed the great Maori as hestepped boldly into the rushing stream. 

It was a new sensation to Don as he moved on with the water over hiswaist, and pressing so hard against him, that but for the support of thespear-shaft, he must have been swept away. Sturdy even as Jem was, he, too, had a terribly hard task to keep his footing; for his short, broadfigure offered a great deal of surface to the swift current, while therugged stony bed of the river varied in depth at every step. 

They had a tower of strength, though, in Ngati, who, in spite of thewounds he had received, seemed as vigorous as ever; and though Don twicelost his footing, he clung tightly to the spear, and soon fought his wayback to a perpendicular position. 

But even towers of strength are sometimes undermined and give way. Itwas so here. They were about half-way across the river, whose whitefoam gave them sufficient light to enable them to see their way, when, just as Ngati came opposite to a huge block of lava, over which thewater poured in tremendous volume, he stepped down into a hole of greatdepth, and, in spite of his vast strength and efforts to recoverhimself, he was whirled here and there for a few moments by the power ofthe fall. 

Both Don and Jem stood firm, though having hard work to keep theirfooting, and drew upon the spear-shaft, to which Ngati still held. Butall at once there was a sharp jerk, quite sufficient to disturb Don'sbalance, and the next moment Ngati shot along a swift current of water, that ran through a narrow trough-like channel, and Don and Jem followed. 

Rushing water, a sensation of hot lead in the nostrils, a curiousstrangling and choking, with the thundering of strange noises in theears. Next a confused feeling of being knocked about, turned over andbeaten down, and then Don felt that he was in swift shallow wateramongst stones. 

He rose to his feet to find, as soon as he could get his breathregularly, that he had still hold of the spear-shaft, and that he hadbeen swept down nearly to the sandy level, over which the river ranbefore joining the sea. 

A minute later and he was walking over the soft, dry sand, followingNgati on the further shore, the great chief plodding on in and out amongbushes and trees as if nothing had happened. The shouting of those insearch was continued, but between them and the enemy the torrent ran, with its waters roaring, thundering, and plashing as they leaped in andout among the rocks toward the sea; and now that they were safelyacross, Don felt hopeful that the Maoris would look upon the torrent asimpassable, and trust to their being still on the same side as the_pah_. 

As they trudged on, dripping and feeling bruised and sore, Jem foundopportunities for a word here and there. 

"Thought I was going to be drownded after all, Mas' Don, " he whispered. "I knocked my head against a rock, and if it wasn't that my skull's madeo' the strongest stuff, it would ha' been broken. "

"You had better not speak much, Jem, " said Don softly. 

"No, my lad; I won't. But what a ducking! All the time we were goingacross, it ran just as if some one on the left was shoving hard. Ididn't know water could push like that. "

"I expected to be swept away every moment. "

"I expected as we was going to be drownded, and if I'm to be drownded, Idon't want it to be like that. It was such a rough-and-tumble way. "

Don was silent. 

"Mas' Don. "

"Yes. "

"But, of course, I don't want to be drownded at all. "

"No, Jem; of course not. I wonder whether they'll follow us across theriver. "

"They'll follow us anywhere, Mas' Don, and catch us if they can. Say, Mas' Don, though, I'm glad we've got old `my pakeha. ' He'll show us theway, and help us to get something to eat. "

"I hope so, Jem. "

"Say, Mas' Don, think we can trust him?"

"Trust him, Jem! Why, of course. "

"That's all very well, Mas' Don. You're such a trusting chap. See howyou used to trust Mike Bannock, and how he turned you over. "

"Yes; but he was a scoundrel. Ngati is a simple-hearted savage. "

"Hope he is, Mas' Don; but what I'm feared on is, that he may be asimple-stomached savage. "

"Why, what do you mean, Jem?"

"Only as he may turn hungry some day, as 'tis his nature to. "

"Of course. "

"And then, 'spose he has us out in the woods at his mercy like, howthen?"

"Jem, you're always thinking about cannibals. How can you be soabsurd?"

"Come, I like that, Mas' Don; arn't I had enough to make me think of'em?"

"Hssh!"

The warning came from Ngati; for just then the breeze seemed to sweepthe faint roar of the torrent aside, and the shouting of the Maoris cameloud and clear. 

"They're over the river, " said Jem excitedly. "Well, I've got a spearin my hand, and I mean to die fighting for the sake of old Bristol andmy little wife. "

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE. 

IN THE WOODS. 

"They're not over the river, Jem, " said Don, impatiently. "I wish youwouldn't always look on the worst side of everything. "

"That's what your Uncle Josiah allus does with the sugar, Mas' Don. Ifthe foots was werry treacley when he had a hogshead turned up to look atthe bottom first, he allus used to say as all the rest was poorquality. "

"We're not dealing with sugar now. "

"No, Mas' Don; this here arn't half so sweet. I wish it was. "

"Hssh!" came from Ngati again. And for the rest of the night theyfollowed him in silence along ravines, over rugged patches of mountainside, with the great fronds of the tree-ferns brushing their faces, andnocturnal birds rushing away from them as their steps invaded thesolitudes where they indulged in their hunt for food. 

When they encountered a stream, which came foaming and plunging downfrom the mountain, after carefully trying its depth, Ngati still led theway. Hour after hour they tramped wearily on through the darkness, Ngati rarely speaking, but pausing now and then to help them over somerugged place. Everything in the darkness was wild and strange, andthere was an unreality in the journey that appeared dreamlike, the moreso that, utterly worn out, Don from time to time tramped on in a stateof drowsiness resembling sleep. 

But all this passed away as the faint light of day gave place to thebrilliant glow of the morning sunshine, and Ngati came to a standstillin a ferny gully, down which a tremendous torrent poured with a heavythunderous sound. 

And now, as Don and Jem were about to throw themselves down upon a bedof thick moss, Ngati held out his hand in English fashion to Don. 

"My pakeha, " he said softly, "morning. "

There was something so quaint in his salutation that, in spite ofweariness and trouble, Don laughed till he saw the great chiefscountenance cloud. 

But it cleared at once as Don caught his hand, pressed it warmly, andlooked gratefully in his face. 

"Hah!" cried Ngati, grasping the hand he held with painful energy. "Mypakeha, morning. Want eat?"

"Yes, yes!" cried Jem, eagerly. 

"Yes, yes, " said Ngati; and then he stood, looking puzzled, as he triedto remember. At last, shaking his head sadly, he said, "No, no, " in ahelpless, dissatisfied tone. "Want Tomati. Tomati--"

He closed his eyes, and laid his head sidewise, to suggest that Tomatiwas dead, and his countenance, in spite of his grotesque tattooing, worean aspect of sadness that touched Don. 

"Tomati dead, " he said slowly, and the chiefs eyes brightened. 

"Dead, " he said; "Tomati dead--dead--all--dead. "

"Yes, poor fellows, all but the prisoners, " said Don, speaking slowly, in the hope that the chief might grasp some of his words. 

But he did not understand a syllable, though he seemed to feel that Donwas sympathising with him, and he shook hands again gravely. 

"My pakeha, " he said, pressing Don's hand. Then turning to Jem, he heldout his other hand, and said slowly, "Jemmeree. Good boy. "

"Well, that's very kind of you, " said Jem, quietly. "We don'tunderstand one another much, but I do think you a good fellow, Ngati; soI shake hands hearty; and I'll stand by you, mate, as you've stood byme. "

"Good, good, " said Ngati, smiling, as if he understood all. Then, looking grave and pained again, he pointed over the mountain. "Maorikill, " he said. "Want eat?"

"Yes; eat, eat, " said Jem, making signs with his mouth. "Pig--meat. "

"No pig; no meat, " said Ngati, grasping the meaning directly; and goingto a palm-like tree, he broke out some of its tender growth and handedit to his companions. 

"Eat, " he said; and he began to munch some of it himself. 

"Look at that now, " said Jem. "I should ha' gone by that tree a hundredtimes without thinking it was good to eat. What's it like, Mas' Don?"

"Something like stalky celery, or nut, or pear, all mixed up together. "

"Yes; 'tarn't bad, " said Jem. "What's he doing now?"

Ngati was busily hunting about for something, peering amongst the trees, but he did not seem to find that of which he was in search. He uttereda cry of satisfaction the next minute, though, as he stooped down andtook a couple of eggs from a nest upon the ground. 

"Good--good!" he exclaimed, eagerly; and he gave them to Don to carry, while he once more resumed his search, which this time was successful, for he found a young tree, and stripped from its branches a large numberof its olive-like berries. 

"There now, " said Jem. "Why, it's all right, Mas' Don; 'tarn't tea andcoffee, and bread and butter, but it's salad and eggs and fruit. Why, fighting cocks'll be nothing to it. We shall live like princes, see ifwe don't. What's them things like?"

"Like very ripe apples, Jem, or medlars, " replied Don, who had beentasting the fruit carefully. 

"That'll do, then. Pity we can't find some more of them eggs, and don'tlight a fire to cook 'em. I say, Ngati. "

The Maori looked at him inquiringly. 

"More, more, " said Jem, holding up one of the eggs, and pointing to theferny thicket. 

"No, no, " said Ngati, shaking his head. "Moa, moa. "

He stooped down and held his hands apart in different directions, as ifhe were describing the shape of a moderate-sized oval pumpkin. Then, rising erect, he raised one hand to the full extent of his arm, bendingthe fingers so as to imitate the shape of a bird's head, pressed hishead against his arm, placed the left arm close to his body and a littleforward, and then began to stalk about slowly. 

"Moa, moa, " he said, dropping his arm again, and pointing to the eggs, "Kiwi, kiwi. "

"Kiwi, kiwi, " said Jem. "Can't make out what he means, Mas' Don; but itdon't matter. Shall we suck the eggs raw?"

He made a gesture as if to break one, but Ngati snatched it away. 

"No, no!" he cried sharply, and snatched the other away. 

"Pig!" ejaculated Jem. "Well, I do call that greedy. "

But if the chief was greedy over the eggs, which he secured in aroughly-made bag, of palm strips, ingeniously woven, he was generousenough over the fruit and palm, upon which they made a fair breakfast;after which Ngati examined Jem's wounds, and then signed to him to comedown to the side of the stream, seizing him by the wrist, and halfdragging him in his energetic way. 

"Is he going to drown me, Mas' Don?"

"No, no, Jem. I know: he wants to bathe your wound. "

So it proved, for Ngati made him lie down by a pool, and tenderly washedthe injuries, ending by applying some cool bruised leaves to the places, and binding them up with wild flax. 

This done, he examined Don's head, smiling with satisfaction because itwas no worse. 

"Say, Mas' Don, it do feel comf'table. Why, he's quite a doctor, eh?"

"What?" continued Jem, staring, as Ngati made signs. 

"He wants you to bathe his wounds. Your arm's painful, Jem; I'll doit. "

Ngati lay down by the pool, and, pulling up some moss, Don bathed acouple of ugly gashes and a stab, that was roughly plugged with fibre. The wounds were so bad that it was a wonder to both that the greatfellow could keep about; but he appeared to bear them patiently enough, smiling with satisfaction as his attendant carefully washed them, and inimitation of what he had seen, applied bruised leaves and moss, andfinally bound them up with native flax. 

Don shuddered more than once as he performed his task, and was glad whenit was over, Jem looking on calmly the while. 

"Why, Mas' Don, a chap at home would want to go into hospital for lessthan that. "

"Yes, Jem; but these men seem so healthy and well, they heal up quickly, and bear their hurts as if nothing was wrong. "

"Sleep, " said Ngati, suddenly; and he signed to Don to lie down and toJem to keep watch, while he lay down at once in the mossy nook close tothe river, and hidden by overhanging canopies of ferns. 

"Oh, all right, Mas' Don, I don't mind, " said Jem; "only I was just astired as him. "

"Let me take the first watch, Jem. "

"No, no; it's all right, Mas' Don. I meant you to lie down and rest, only he might ha' offered to toss for first go. "

"Call me then, at the end of an hour. "

"All right, Mas' Don, " said Jem, going through the business of takingout an imaginary watch, winding it up, and then looking at its face. "Five and twenty past seven, Mas' Don, but I'm afraid I'm a little slow. These here baths don't do one's watch any good. "

"You'll keep a good look out, Jem. "

"Just so, Mas' Don. Moment I hear or see anything I calls you up. Whattime would you like your shaving water, sir? Boots or shoes thismorning?"

"Ah, Jem, " said Don, smiling, "I'm too tired to laugh. "

And he lay back and dropped off to sleep directly, Ngati's eyes havingalready closed. 

"Too tired to laugh, " said Jem to himself. "Poor dear lad, and him asbrave as a young lion. Think of our coming to this. Shall we ever seeold England again, and if we do, shall I be a cripple in this arm?Well, if I am, I won't grumble, but bear it all like a man; and, " headded reverently, "please God save us and bring us back, if it's onlyfor my poor Sally's sake, for I said I'd love her and cherish her, andkeep her; and here am I one side o' the world, and she's t'other; andsuch is life. "

CHAPTER FORTY SIX. 

AN UNTIRING ENEMY. 

Jem kept careful watch and ward as he stood leaning on his spear. Hewas very weary, and could not help feeling envious of those who weresleeping so well. But he heard no sound of pursuit, and after a timethe wondrous beauty of the glen in which they had halted, with itsrushing waters and green lacing ferns, had so composing an effect uponhis spirits, that he began to take an interest in the flowers that hunghere and there, while the song of a finch sounded pleasant and homelike. Then the delicious melody of the bell-bird fell upon his ear; and whilehe was listening to this, he became interested in a beautiful blackbird, which came and hopped about him. 

Jem laughed, for his visitor had some white feathers just below thebeak, and they suggested an idea to him as the bird bobbed and bowed andchattered. 

"Well, " he said, "if I was naming birds, I should call you the parson, for you look like one, with that white thing about your neck. "

The bird looked at him knowingly, and flitted away. Directly after, ashe turned his eyes in the direction where the uneaten fruit was lying, he saw that they had a visitor in the shape of one of the curious rails. The bird was already investigating the fruit, and after satisfyingitself that the berries were of the kind that it could find for itselfin the bush, it came running towards Jem, staring up at him, and as heextended the spear handle, instead of being frightened away, it peckedat the butt and then came nearer. 

"Well, you are a rum little beggar, " said Jem, stroking the bird's backwith the end of the spear. "I should just like to have you at home torun in and out among the sugar-barrels. I'd--Hah!"

He turned round sharply, and levelled his spear at a great Maori, whoseshadow had been cast across him, and who seemed to have sprung out ofthe bush. 

"Why, I thought it was one o' they cannibals, " said Jem, lowering thespear. "Good job it wasn't dark, old chap, or I should have given you adig. What d'yer want?"

"Sleep, " said Ngati laconically, and, taking Jem's spear, he pointed towhere Don was lying. 

"Me? What, already? Lie down?"

"Sleep, " said Ngati again; and he patted Jem on the shoulder. 

"All right, I'll go. Didn't think I'd been watching so long. " Henodded and walked away. "Wish he wouldn't pat me on the back that way. It makes me feel suspicious. It's just as if he wanted to feel if I wasgetting fat enough. "

Don was sleeping peacefully as Jem lay down and uttered a faint groan, for his left shoulder was very painful and stiff. 

"Wonder how long wounds take to heal, " he said softly. "Cuts arn't muchmore than a week. Heigh-ho-hum! I'm very tired, but I sha'n't be ableto go to--"

He was asleep almost as soon as he lay down, and directly after, as itseemed to him, he started into wakefulness, to find Ngati standing a fewyards away, shading his eyes and gazing down the gully, and Don pokinghim with his spear. 

"All right, Sally, I'll get up. I--Oh, it's you, Mas' Don. "

"Quick, Jem! The Maoris are coming. "

Jem sprang to his feet and seized the spear offered to him, as Ngaticame forward, brushed the ferns about so as to destroy the traces oftheir bivouac, and then, holding up his hand for silence, he stoodlistening. 

A faint shout was heard, followed by another, nearer; and signing themto follow, the Maori went along up the gully, with the stream on theirright. 

It was arduous work, for the ground was rapidly rising; but they wereforced to hurry along, for every time they halted, they could hear theshouts of their pursuers, who seemed to be coming on with a pertinacitythat there was no shaking off. 

It was hot in the extreme, but a crisp, cool air was blowing to refreshthem, and, of its kind, there was plenty of food, Ngati cautiouslypicking and breaking in places where the disarrangement was not likelyto be seen. Every now and then, too, they saw him make quite an eagerdash on one side and return with eggs, which he carefully placed in thewoven bag he had made. 

This went on till he had nearly a couple of dozen, at which, as hetrudged along, Jem kept casting longing eyes. 

In spite of the danger and weariness, Don could not help admiring thebeauty of the scene, as, from time to time, the gully opened outsufficiently for him to see that they were steadily rising toward a finecone, which stood up high above a cluster of mountains, the silverycloud that floated from its summit telling plainly of its volcanicnature. 

"_Tapu_! _tapu_!" Ngati said, every time he saw Don gazing at themountain; but it was not till long after that he comprehended themeaning of the chiefs words, that the place was "tapu, " or sacred, andthat it would act as a refuge for them, could they reach it, as theordinary Maoris would not dare to follow them there. 

Higher up the valley, where the waters were dashing furiously down inmany a cascade, Don began to realise that they were following the bed ofa river, whose source was somewhere high up the mountain he kept onseeing from time to time, while, after several hours' climbing, oftenover the most arduous, rocky ground, he saw that they were once moreentering upon a volcanic district. Pillars of steam rose here andthere, and all at once he started aside as a gurgling noise arose frombeyond a patch of vivid green which covered the edges of a mud-pool, sohot that it was painful to the hand. 

From time to time Ngati had stopped to listen, the shouts growingfainter each time, while, as they progressed, a heavy thunderous roargrew louder, died away, and grew louder again. 

Don looked inquiringly at Jem. 

"It's the big chimney of that mountain drawing, Mas' Don. "

"Nonsense!"

"Nay, that's what it is; and what I say is this. It's all wery wellgetting away from them cannibals, but don't let's let old Ngati--"

The chief looked sharply round. 

"Yes, I'm a-talking about you, old chap. I say, you're not to take usright up that mountain, and into a place where we shall tumble in. "

"_Tapu_! _tapu_!" said Ngati, nodding his head, and pointing toward thesteaming cloud above the mountain. 

"Oh, you aggrawating savage!" cried Jem. 

Ngati took it as a compliment, and smiled. Then, pointing to a clusterof rocks where a jet of steam was being forced out violently, he led theway there, when they had to pass over a tiny stream of hot water, and afew yards farther on, they came to its source, a beautiful bright fountof the loveliest sapphire blue, with an edge that looked like a marblebath of a roseate tint, fringed every here and there with crystals ofsulphur. 

"Let's have a bathe!" cried Jem eagerly. "Is there time?"

He stepped forward, and was about to plunge in his hand, when Ngatiseized his shoulders and dragged him back. 

"What yer doing that for?" cried Jem. 

The Maori stepped forward, and made as if to dip in one of his feet, butsnatched it back as if in pain. Then, smiling, he twisted some strandsof grass into a band, fastened the end to the palm basket, and gentlylowered it, full of eggs, into the sapphire depths, a jet of steam and aseries of bubbles rising to the surface as the basket sank. 

"Why, Jem, " said Don laughing, "you wanted to bathe in the big copper. "

"How was I to know that this was a foreign out-door kitchen?" repliedJem laughing. 

"And the water's boiling hot, " added Don. "You can see it bubbling justat this end. "

"Think o' that now!" said Jem. "I say, what a big fire there must besomewhere down b'low. Strikes me, Mas' Don, that when I makes myfortun' and buys an estate I sha'n't settle here. "

"No, Jem. `There's no place like home. '"

"Well, home's where you settle, arn't it? But this won't do for me. It's dangerous to be safe. "

Meanwhile, Ngati was listening intently, but, save the hissing of steam, the gurgling of boiling water, and the softened roar that seemed nowdistant, now close at hand, there was nothing to be heard, so he signedto them to sit down and rest. 

He set the example, and Don followed, to lie upon his back, restfullygazing up at the blue sky above, when Jem, who had been more particularabout the choice of a place, slowly sat down, remained stationary for afew moments, and then sprang up, uttering a cry of pain. 

"Why, that stone's red hot!" he cried. 

This was not the truth, but it was quite hot enough to make it a painfulseat, and he chose another. 

"Well, of all the rum places, Mas' Don!"

He said no more on the subject, for just then Ngati rose, and carefullydrew the bag of eggs from the boiling pool. 

"And I called him a pig!" said Jem, self-reproachfully. 

"No: no pig, " said Ngati, who caught the word. 

"Well, I didn't say there was, obstinit, " said Jem. "Here, give us anegg. Fruit and young wood's all werry well; but there's no spoons andno salt!"

In spite of these drawbacks, and amid a series of remarks on theconvenience of cooking cauldrons all over the place, Jem made a heartymeal of new laid eggs, which they had just finished when Ngati looked upand seized his spear. 

"What's the matter?" cried Don listening. 

Ngati pointed, and bent down, holding his hand to his ear. 

"I can hear nothing, " said Jem. 

Ngati pointed down the ravine again, his keen sense having detected thesound of voices inaudible to his companions. Then carefully gatheringup the egg shells, so as to leave no traces, he took the bag with therest of the eggs, and led the way onward at a rapid rate. 

The path grew more wild and rugged, and the roar increased as theyascended, till, after turning an angle in the winding gully, the soundcame continuously with a deep-toned, thunderous bellow. 

"There, what did I tell you?" said Jem, as the top of the mountain wasplainly in view, emitting steam, and about a mile distant. "That's thechimney roaring. "

"It's a great waterfall somewhere on ahead, " replied Don; and a fewyards farther on they came once more upon the edge of the river, whichhere ran foaming along at the bottom of what was a mere jagged crackstretching down from high up the mountain, and with precipitous walls, acouple of hundred feet down. 

Ngati seemed more satisfied after a while, and they sat down in a narrowvalley they were ascending to finish the eggs, whose shells were throwninto the torrent. 

"I should like to know where he's going to take us, " said Jem, all atonce. 

"It does not matter, so long as it is into safety, " said Don. "For mypart, I--Lie down, quick!"

Jem obeyed, and bending low, Don seized the Maori's arm, pointing thewhile down the way they had come at a couple of naked savages, leapingfrom stone to stone, spear armed, and each wearing the white-tipped tailfeathers of a bird in his hair. 

Ngati saw the danger instantly, fell flat on his breast, and signing tohis companions to follow, began to crawl in and out among the rocks andbushes, making for every point likely to afford shelter, while, in anagony of apprehension as to whether they had been seen, Don and Jemfollowed painfully, till the chief halted to reconnoitre and make someplan of escape. 

It was quite time, for the Maoris had either seen them or some of thetraces they had left behind; and, carefully examining every foot of thenarrow valley shelf along which they had climbed, were coming rapidlyon. 

Don's heart sank, for it seemed to him that they were in a trap. On hisright was the wall-like side of the gully they ascended; on his left thesheer precipice down to the awful torrent; before them the sound of amighty cataract; and behind the enemy, coming quickly and stealthily on. 

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN. 

A DANGEROUS PHASE. 

Ngati took all in at a glance, and signing to his companions to follow, he again lay down, creeping on for a short distance, trailing his spear, till they were well behind a pile of rocks. 

Here he gave a sharp look round at the _cul de sac_ into which they hadbeen driven, and without hesitation crept to their left to where therocky wall descended to the raging torrent. 

To him the place seemed to have no danger, as he passed over the edgeand disappeared, but to Don it was like seeking death. 

"We can never do it, Jem, " he said. 

"Must, Mas' Don. Go on. "

Don looked at him wildly, and then in a fit of desperation he loweredhimself over the edge, felt a pair of great hands grasp him by theloins, and, as he loosened his hold, he was dropped upon a rough ledgeof rock, where he stood giddy and confused, with the torrent rushingfuriously along beneath his feet, and in front, dimly-seen through amist which rose from below, he caught a glimpse of a huge fall of waterwhich came from high up, behind some projecting rocks, and disappearedbelow. 

The noise of falling water now increased, reverberating from the wallsof rock; the mist came cool and wet against his face, and, hurried andstartled, Don stood upon the wet, rocky shelf, holding on tightly, tillNgati laid his hand upon his shoulder, passed round him, and then, signing to him to follow, went on. 

Don's first thought was of Jem, and looking behind him, there was hiscompanion close to where he stood. 

Jem nodded to him to go on, just as a faint shout arose from somewhereabove; and this seemed to nerve him to proceed over the slippery stonesto where Ngati was passing round a corner, holding tightly by the rock, which he seemed to embrace. 

The way was dangerous in the extreme--a narrow ledge of the most ruggedkind with a perpendicular moss-covered wall on the right, and on theleft, space, with far below the foaming torrent, a glance at whichseemed to produce vertigo. 

To stand still seemed to be worse than going on, and taking it to hiscomfort that what one man could do another might, Don reached thecorner, but hesitated again, for there seemed to be no foot-holdwhatever. But as he hesitated a great brown hand came round, ready tograsp his firmly; and with this help he made the venture, pressinghimself close against the rock and creeping on. 

He was just in the most perilous part, well out over the torrent, whenhis left foot slipped, and a horrible chill ran through him, as he feltthat he was falling into the chasm below to instant death. He held onwith his right hand, and strove to press his breast against the rock, but the effort was vain; his right hand slipped from the crevice inwhich it was thrust, his right foot glided over the wet moss, and heslipped down, hung for a moment or two over the foaming waters, and thenfelt himself swung up and on to a broad ledge, upon which Ngati wasstanding. 

The Maori took it as a matter of course, signed to him to get up, andpassed his hand round the rock once more to assist Jem. 

A curious sensation ran through Don as he watched for Jem's coming, andtrembling and unnerved, it seemed to him that watching another's perilwas more painful than suffering oneself. 

But in spite of his wounded shoulder Jem came round the point slowly andcarefully, but with his brow rugged from the pain he suffered as Ngatiheld him firmly by his injured arm. 

As soon as he was in safety Jem passed his hand across his wet foreheadand bit his lip, whilst once more signing to them to follow, Ngati ledon. 

The way now was downward from rock to rock, and, terrible though itlooked, the danger was less, for there was ample foot-hold and anabundance of bushy stems and fern fronds ready to their hands. Thefalls were again invisible, and they pressed on toward where anothershoulder of the rocks jutted out, hiding the falling waters, whose noisewas now so deafening that, had they wished to speak, a shout close tothe ear would hardly have been heard. 

Big as the Maori was, he seemed to be as active as a goat, and pickingthe easiest ways over the mist-moistened stones, he led his companionslower and lower down the rock wall till, when they reached the nextprojection, and on passing round, it was to find themselves in what waslittle more than a huge rock pit, facing a mass of water which fell fromquite two hundred feet above them into a vast cauldron of white foam, which chafed and roared and cast up clouds of spray as it whirled roundand then rushed out of the narrow opening along the jagged gash by whoseside they had come. 

The appearance of the vast body of water falling in one clear bound wasbewildering, while the noise, as it reverberated from the rocky sides, produced a feeling of awe which made Don stand motionless till Ngatipassed him, and sheltering his face behind a tuft of fern, peered roundthe corner they had just passed. 

He withdrew his head, looking fierce and determined, signed once more toDon to follow, and went on climbing carefully along the sides of thehuge pit. 

"Where can he be going now?" thought Don, as he caught sight of arefulgent rainbow spanning the falls, and his eyes rested upon thebrilliant, sun-illumined greens of fern, bush, and grass, with pendentmosses, all luxuriating in the heat and moisture of the wind-shelteredplace. 

These were but momentary glances, for his whole thoughts seemed to betaken up by the struggle for life imperilled in a hundred ways. 

For still Ngati climbed on, turning every now and then to extend hishand or spear-shaft to Don when the place was unusually difficult; andby this means they went on and on till first they were on a level withthe side of the fall, then partially shielded by it, and at last, whenthe Maori paused, unable to proceed farther either up or down, they werestanding upon a projecting mass of rock with the great veil of waterbetween them and the daylight, one vast curve of hundreds of tons ofgreenish water falling, ever falling, into the chasm below. 

It was dim with a greenish light where they stood, and the mist wettedthem as they glanced sidewise along the way by which they had come, tosee whether their enemies were in pursuit; but after watching for sometime Ngati smiled and shook his head. 

"No, " he said, or seemed to say, for they could only judge by themovement of his lips. "No, " and he shook his head, and seating himself, gazed calmly and placidly at the water, as if there were no such thingas danger. 

In fact, to the great savage there was no such thing as peril in any ofthe objects of nature. Full of strength and calm matter-of-factcourage, climbing rocks or making his way into such a place as this wasa very commonplace affair. His idea of danger was in the sight ofenemies thirsting for his blood. Now that they were out of reach, andhe believed that he had thrown them off the scent, he was perfectlycontent, and ready to smile at the perfection of the hiding-place he hadsought. 

"Can you hear me, Jem?" said Don at last, after they had sat on the wetstones for some time, watching the falling water and listening to thethunderous roar. 

"Yes, if you shout quite close?"

"Isn't it an awful place?"

"Ay, 'tis. "

"Do you think we shall escape?"

"I was thinking what a good job it was that we had managed a good feed. "

"How are we to get away again?"

"Dunno. P'r'aps there's another way out. "

"I hope so. It will be horrible to have to go back as we came. "

Jem nodded, and began to nibble the dry skin at the side of his fingernails, looking up thoughtfully at the translucent arch. 

Then he nodded to Don as if he wished to speak, and Don put his earclose to Jem's lips. 

"Think there's much more on it to come down?"

"More, Jem?"

"Yes. 'Cause when it's all run out, they'll be able to see us. "

"I should think it is always falling like this, Jem. "

"Oh!"

No more was said, and they sat patiently waiting for danger or freedom, whichever might be in store for them. Ngati held out his great fistfrom time to time to shake hands in a congratulatory way, and the hoursglided on till it began to grow dark, and another horror assailed Don. It was evident that they must pass the night there in the cold and damp, for to attempt to escape in the dark would be madness, and how would itbe if they dropped off to sleep and slipped?

He shuddered at the thought, and sat in silence gazing at Ngati, whowaited calmly till the shadows of evening had quite filled the chasm, when he rose, and it was evident that he did not consider escape in thedarkness impossible, for, grasping Don's arm, he uttered the one word"Come!" and led the way out from beneath the watery arch, to stand, assoon as they were quite clear, shading his eyes and gazing through thetransparent gloom in search of their enemies. 

Apparently satisfied, he tapped both on the shoulder, and with a shudderof dread Don followed him along the side of the gulf. 

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT. 

NGATI'S DISGUISE. 

The return journey proved to be less perilous than the descent. Theawful chaos of water was beneath them, but invisible, the darkness beingso intense that everything was hidden but the mass of rock over and bywhich they climbed. In addition, the exertion and busy action after thelong waiting seemed to keep them from thinking of anything but the taskon which they were engaged. So that, to Don's surprise, he foundhimself on the outer side of the dangerous corner, with the gulf leftbehind, and then clambering on and on by the side of the torrent chasm, past the other perilous parts, and before he could realise the fact, they were all together on the shelf, crouching down. Here Ngati slowlyraised his head, to stand gazing over the edge at the level above, watching for a long time before stooping again, and uttering a lowgrunt. 

He mounted directly, bent down and extended a hand to each in turn, andthen taking the lead, went cautiously onward to get out of the deeprift, and find a place that would enable them to reach the higherground. 

It was still dark, but not so dense but that they could pick their way, and they passed on till they reached the hot spring, a little beyondwhich Ngati believed that they could strike up to the left, and crossthe mountain to reach the plains beyond. 

Another half-hour was devoted to retracing their steps, when Don stoppedshort, his ear being the first to detect danger. 

They were passing the mud spring, whose gurgling had startled them incoming, and for a moment Don thought that a sound which he had heardcame from the thin greyish-black mud; but it was repeated, and wasevidently the laugh of some one not far away. 

Ngati pressed their arms; and signing to them to lie down and wait, hecrept onward, to be absent about a quarter of an hour, when he returnedto say a few words in his native tongue, and then squat down and buryhis face in his hands, as if in thought. 

"They're just in front, Mas' Don. I keep hearing of 'em, " whisperedJem. "Sometimes I hear 'em one way, sometimes the other. "

"That is through the echoes, Jem. How are we to manage now?"

Ngati answered the question in silence, for, rising quickly, after beingdeep in thought, he silently picked some grass and moss, rolled it intoa pear shape, and bound it on the end of his spear. Then holding theweapon up high, he bent his body in a peculiar way, and stalked offslowly, turning and gazing here and there, and from time to timelowering his spear, till, as he moved about in the shadowy light, he hadall the appearance of some huge ostrich slowly feeding its way along themountain slope. 

"Moa! Moa!" he whispered, as he returned. "Jemmeree moa; my pakehamoa. "

"He wants us to imitate great birds, too, Jem, " said Don, eagerly. "Canyou do that?"

"Can I do it?" said Jem. "O' course; you shall see. "

Ngati seemed delighted that his plan was understood, and he rapidlyfashioned rough balls to resemble birds' heads for his companions'spears, and made them turn up their trousers above the knee, when, butfor their white appearance, they both looked bird-like. But thisdifficulty was got over by Ngati, who took it as a matter of course thatthey would not object, and rapidly smeared their hands, legs, and faceswith the slimy mud from the volcanic pool. 

"Well, of all the nasty smells!" whispered Jem. "Oh, Mas' Don, are yougoing to stand this? He has filled my eyes with mud. "

"Hush, Jem!" whispered Don. 

"But shall we come across any hot baths by-and-by?"

"Silence, Jem!"

"All right, Mas' Don, you're master, but this is--oh, bad eggs!"

Ngati held up his hand for silence, and then whispering the word "Moa"again, he imitated the movements of a gigantic bird, signing to them todo likewise. 

Don obeyed, and in spite of the peril they were in, could hardly helplaughing, especially when Jem kept up an incessant growling, like thatof some angry animal. 

Ngati was evidently satisfied, for he paused, and then pointing forward, strode slowly through the low bushes, with Don and Jem following andimitating his movements as nearly as they could. 

As they walked on they could hear the murmur of voices, and this soundincreased as Ngati went slowly forward, bearing off to the left. 

It seemed to Don that they were going straight into danger, and hisheart beat with excitement as the talking suddenly stopped, and therewas a rustling sound, as if several men had sprung to their feet. 

But Ngati did not swerve from his course, going slowly on, and raisingthe spear from time to time, while a low excited whispering went on. 

"What will they do?" thought Don; "try to spear us, or surround andseize us?"

The Maoris did neither. Ngati knew the dread his fellow-countrymenpossessed for anything approaching the supernatural, and in the beliefthat they would be startled at the sight of the huge birds known only tothem by tradition, he had boldly adopted the disguise--one possible onlyin the darkness; and so far his plan was successful. 

To have attempted to pass in their ordinary shape meant either captureor death; but there was the chance that they might succeed like this. 

They went on in the most deliberate way, both Don and Jem following inNgati's steps, but at every whisper on their right Don felt as if hemust start off in a run; and over and over again he heard Jem utter apeculiar sigh. 

A harder test of their endurance it would have been difficult to find, as in momentary expectation of a rush, they stalked slowly on, till thewhispering grew more distant, and finally died away. 

All at once Ngati paused to let them come up, and then pointed in thedirection he intended to go, keeping up the imitation of the bird hourafter hour, but not letting it interfere with their speed, till, feelingtoward morning that they were safe, he once more halted, and was in theact of signing to his companions to cease their clumsy imitation, when afaint sound behind put him on his guard once more. 

The task had been in vain. They had passed the Maoris, and were makingfor the farther side of the mountains, but their enemies had beentracking them all the night, and the moment day broke, they would seethrough the cunning disguise, and dash upon them at once. 

They all knew this, and hastened on, as much to gain time as from anyhope of escape, till just at daybreak, when, panting and exhausted, theywere crossing a patch of brush, they became aware that the Maoris hadovercome their alarm at the sight of the gigantic birds, and were comingon. 

CHAPTER FORTY NINE. 

UNWELCOME ACQUAINTANCES. 

"We shall have to turn and fight, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, as they werelabouring through the bushes. "They're close on to us. Here, why don'tNgati stop?"

There was a faint grey light beginning to steal in among the ferns asthey struggled on, keeping up the imitation still, when a shout rosebehind, and the Maoris made a rush to overtake them. At that momentfrom a dark patch of the bush in front three shots were fired in rapidsuccession. 

Don stopped short in the faint grey light, half stunned by the echoingreverberations of the reports which rolled away like thunder, whilethere was a rushing noise as of people forcing their way in rapid flightthrough the bush. But he hardly heeded this, his attention being takenup by the way in which Ngati dropped heavily to the ground, and justbehind him Jem fell as if struck by some large stone. 

A terrible feeling of despair came over Don as, feeling himself betweentwo parties of enemies, he obeyed the natural instinct which promptedhim to concealment, and sank down among the ferns. 

What should he do? Run for his life, or stay to help his woundedcompanions, and share their fate?

He stopped and listened to a peculiar sound which he knew was theforcing down of a wad in a gun-barrel. Then the strange hissing noisewas continued, and he could tell by the sounds that three guns werebeing loaded. 

The natives, as far as he knew, had no guns, therefore these must be aparty of sailors sent to shoot them down; and in the horror of beingseen and made the mark for a bullet, Don was about to creep cautiouslyinto a denser part of the bush, when he stopped short, asking himselfwhether he was in a dream. 

"All primed?" cried a hoarse voice, which made Don wonder whether he wasback in his uncle's yard at Bristol. 

"Ay, ay. "

"Come on, then. I know I brought one of 'em down. Sha'n't want no moremeat for a month. "

"Say, mate, what are they?"

"I d'know. Noo Zealand turkeys, I s'pose. "

"Who ever heard of turkey eight or nine foot high!" growled one of theapproaching party. 

"Never mind who heard of 'em; we've seen 'em and shot 'em. Hallo!Where are they? Mine ought to be about here. "

"More to the left, warn't it, mate?"

"Nay, it was just about here. "

There was a loud rustling and heavy breathing as if men were searchinghere and there, and then some one spoke again--the man whose voice hadstartled Don. 

"I say, lads, you saw me bring that big one down?"

"I saw you shoot at it, Mikey; but it don't seem as if you had broughtit down. They must ha' ducked their heads, and gone off under thebushes. "

"But they was too big for that. "

"Nay, not they. Looked big in the mist, same as things allus do in afog. "

"I don't care; I see that great bird quite plain, and I'm sure I hithim, and he fell somewhere--hah!"

There was the sharp _click_, _click_ of a gun being cocked, and a voiceroared out, --

"Here, you, Mike Bannock, don't shoot me. "

There was a loud rustling among the ferns, and then Jem shouted again. 

"Mas' Don--Ngati! Why--hoi--oh! It's all right!"

The familiar voice--the name Mike Bannock, and Jem's cheery, boyishcall, made Don rise, wondering more than ever whether this was not adream. 

The day was rapidly growing lighter, and after answering Jem's hail, Doncaught sight of him standing under a tree in company with three wild, gaunt-looking men. 

"Mas' Don! Ahoy! Mas' Don!"

"I'm here, Jem, but mind the Maoris. "

"I forgot them!" cried Jem. "Look out! There was a lot of savagesarter us. "

The three men darted behind trees, and stood with their guns presentedin the direction of the supposed danger, Don and Jem also seeking coverand listening intently. 

"Were you hit, Jem?"

"No, my lad; were you?"

"No. Where's Ngati?"

"I'm afraid he has got it, my lad. He went down like a stone. "

"But Mike! How came he here?"

"I d'know, my lad. Hi! Stop! Don't shoot. Friends. "

Ngati, who came stalking up through the bush, spear in hand, had anarrow escape, for two guns were presented at him, and but for theenergetic action of Don and Jem in striking them up, he must have beenhit. 

"Oh, this is a friend, is it?" said Mike Bannock, as he gave a tug athis rough beard, and turned from one to the other. "Arn't come arterme, then?"

"No, not likely, " said Jem. "Had enough of you at home. "

"Don't you be sarcy, " growled Mike Bannock; "and lookye here, thesegentlemen--friends of mine!"--he nodded sidewise at the twofierce-looking desperadoes at his side--"is very nice in their way, butthey won't stand no fooling. Lookye here. How was it you come?"

"In a ship of war, " said Don. 

"Ho! Then where's that ship o' war now?"

"I don't know. "

"No lies now, " said the fellow fiercely; "one o' these here gentlemenknocked a man on the head once for telling lies. "

"Ah, " growled one of the party, a short, evil-looking scoundrel, with ascar under his right eye. 

"Hear that?" cried Mike Bannock. "Now, then, where's that there ship?"

"I tell you I don't know, " said Don sharply. 

"Whorrt!" shouted Mike, seizing Don by the throat; but the next moment asharp blow from a spear handle made him loosen his hold, and Ngati stoodbetween them, tall and threatening. 

"Here, come on, mates, if you don't want to be took!" cried Mike, andhis two companions raised the rusty old muskets they bore. 

"Put them down, will yer?" cried Jem. "Lookye here, Mike Bannock: Mas'Don told you he didn't know where the ship was, and he don't. We'veleft her. "

"Ah!" growled Mike, looking at him suspiciously. "Now, look here: don'tyou try none of your games on me. "

"Look here!" cried Jem fiercely; "if you give me any of your impudence, Mike Bannock, I'll kick you out of the yard. "

"Haw-haw!" laughed Mike. "This here arn't Bristol, little Jemmy Wimble, and I'm a free gen'leman now. "

"Yes, you look it, " said Don, contemptuously. "You scoundrel! How didyou come here?"

"Don't call names, Mr Don Lavington, sir, " whined the ruffian. "Howdid I come here? Why, me and these here friends o' mine are gentlemenon our travels. Arn't us, mates. "

"Ay: gen'lemen on our travels, " said the more evil-looking of the pair;"and look here, youngster, if you meets any one who asks after us, andwhether you've seen us, mind you arn't. Understand?"

Don looked at him contemptuously, and half turned away. 

"Who was there after you?" said Mike Bannock, suspiciously. 

"Some of a tribe of Maoris, " replied Jem. 

"No one else?"

"No. "

"Ah, well, we arn't afeared of them. " He patted the stock of his gunmeaningly. "Soon make a tribe of them run home to their mothers. Seethem big birds as we shot at? And I say, young Lavington, what have youbeen doing to your face? Smudging it to keep off the flies?"

Don coloured through the grey mud, and involuntarily clapped his hand tohis face, for he had forgotten the rough disguise. 

"Never you mind about his face, " said Jem grinning. "What birds?"

"Them great birds as we shot at, " said Mike. "I brought one of 'emdown. "

"You! You couldn't hit a haystack, " said Jem. "You hit no bird. "

"Ask my mates!" cried Mike eagerly. "Here you, Don Lavington, youusen't to believe me when I told you 'bout big wild beasts and furrinlands. We see three birds just here, fourteen foot high. "

"You always were a liar, Mike, " said Don contemptuously. "You did notsee any bird fourteen feet high, because there are no such things. Youdidn't see any birds at all. "

"Well, of all--" began Mike, but he stopped short as he heard Don's nextwords, --

"Come, Jem! Come, Ngati! Let's get on. "

He stepped forward, but after a quick exchange of glances with hiscompanions, Mike stood in his way. 

"No you don't, young un; you stops along of us. "

"What!" cried Don. 

"We're three English gen'lemen travelling in a foreign country amongstrangers, and we've met you two. So we says, says we, folks here's abit too handy with their spears, so it's as well for Englishmen whenthey meet to keep together, and that's what we're going to do. "

"Indeed, we are not!" cried Don. "You go your way, and we'll go ours. "

"That's our way, " said Mike quickly. "Eh, mates?"

"Ay. That's a true word. "

"Then we'll go the way you came, " cried Don. 

"Nay, you don't; that's our way, too. "

"The country's open, and we shall go which way we like, " cried Don. 

"Hear, hear, Mas' Don!" cried Jem. 

"You hold your tongue, old barrel cooper!" cried Mike. "You're goingalong of us; that's what you're going to do. "

"That we are not!" cried Don. 

"Oh, yes, you are, so no nonsense. We've got powder and shot, andyou've only got spears, and one gun's equal to fifty spears. "

"Look here, sir!" cried Don sternly, "I don't want any words with such aman as you. Show me the way you want to take, and we'll go another. "

"This here's the way, " said Mike menacingly. "This is the way we'regoing, and you've got to come with us. "

"Jem; Ngati; come on, " said Don. 

"Oh, then you mean to fight, do you?" growled Mike. "Come on then, mates. I think we can give 'em a lesson there. "

"Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, "it's no good to fight again guns, and myshoulder's a reg'lar dummy. Let's give in civil, and go with them. We'll get away first chance, and it do make us six again' any savageswho may come. "

"Savages!" said Don angrily; "why, where would you get such savages asthese? The Maoris are gentlemen compared to them. "

"That's my 'pinion again, Mas' Don; but we'd better get on. "

"But why do they want us with them?"

"Strikes me they're 'fraid we shall tell on them. "

"Tell on them?"

"Yes; it's my belief as Master Mike's been transported, and that he'scontrived to get away with these two. "

"And we are to stop with three such men as these?"

"Well, they arn't the sort of chaps I should choose, Mas' Don; but theysay they're gen'lemen, so we must make the best of it. All right, Mike, we're coming. "

"That's your sort. Now, then, let's find my big bird, and then I'm withyou. "

"Yah! There's no big bird, " said Jem. "We was the birds, shamming soas to get away from the savages. "

"Then you may think yourself precious lucky you weren't shot. Come on. "

Mike led the way, and Don and his companions followed, the two roughfollowers of Mike Bannock coming behind with their guns cocked. 

"Pleasant that, Mas' Don, " said Jem. "Like being prisoners again. Butthey can't shoot. "

"Why did you say that, Jem?" said Don anxiously. 

"Because we're going to make a run for it before long, eh, my pakeha?"

"My pakeha, " said Ngati, laying his hand on Don's shoulder, and hesmiled and looked relieved, for the proceedings during the lasthalf-hour had puzzled him. 

Don took the great fellow's arm, feeling that in the Maori chief he hada true friend, and in this way they followed Mike Bannock round one ofthe shoulders of the mountain, towards where a jet of steam rose with ashrieking noise high up into the air. 

CHAPTER FIFTY. 

HOW TO ESCAPE?

It was in quite a little natural fortress that Mike stopped, the waybeing in and out through a narrow rift that must have been the result ofsome earthquake, and when this was passed they were in a sheltered nook, at one side of which the face of a precipice hung right over, affordingample protection from the wind and rain. Through quite a cranny astream of perfectly clear water trickled, and on the other side was asmall deep pool, slowly welling over at one side, the steam risingtherefrom telling that it was in some way connected with the noisy jetwhich rose outside. 

"There, young Don Lavington, that's where we lives, my lad, and you'vegot to stay with us. If you behave well, you shall have plenty to eatand drink. If you don't, mind one o' my mates don't bring you down ashe would a bird. "

Don glanced round wonderingly, and tried to grasp why it was that MikeBannock was there, the only surmise upon which he could take hold beingthe right one--Jem's: that Mike was a transported man who had taken tothe bush. 

He had just come to this conclusion when Jem turned to him. 

"Shall I ask him that, Mas' Don?"

"Ask him what?"

"What I think. Depend upon it he was sent out to Botany Bay, and runoff to this country. "

"No, no, Jem; don't ask. "

"He can't have come out here honest, Mas' Don. Look at him, there arn'ta honest hair in his head. "

"But we don't want to offend him, Jem. "

"Don't we? Tell you what we do want, Mas' Don; we want to get hold o'them old rusty muskets and the powder and shot, and then we could makethem sing small. Eh? What say?"

This was in answer to something said in a low voice by Ngati, who lookedfrom one to the other inquiringly. 

Ngati spoke again, and then struck his fist into his hand with a look ofrage and despair. 

"Yes, I feel the same, " said Don, laying his hand upon the greatfellow's arm. "I'd give anything to be able to understand what you say, Ngati. "

The chief smiled, as if he quite comprehended; and grasped Don's handwith a friendly grip, offering the other to Jem. 

"It's all right, old boy, " said the latter. "We can't understand eachother's lingo, but we know each other's hearts. We've got to wait a bitand see. "

A week passed rapidly away, during which, in his rougher moods, Miketreated his prisoners as if they were slaves, calling upon Ngati toperform the most menial offices for the little camp, all of which werepatiently performed after an appealing look at Don, who for the sake ofgaining time gave up in every way. 

Jem grumbled, but he did what he was told, for the slightest appearanceof resistance was met by a threatening movement with the muskets, whichnever left the men's hands. 

They were fairly supplied with food; fish from the streams and from agood-sized lake, Ngati proving himself to be an adept at capturing thelarge eels, and at discovering fresh supplies of fruit and roots. 

But in a quiet way, as he watched his English companions like a dog, healways seemed to comprehend their wishes, and to be waiting the timewhen they should call upon him to fly at their tyrants and then helpthem to escape. 

"Didn't know I was coming out to look after you, did you, young Don?"said Mike one evening. "King sent me out o' purpose. Told one of thejudges to send me out here, and here I am; and I've found you, and Iought to take you home, but I won't. You always liked furrin countries, and I'm going to keep you here. "

"What for?" said Don. 

"To make you do for me what I used to do for you. I was your sarvant;now you're mine. Ups and downs in life we see. Now you're down and I'mup; and what d'yer think o' that, Jem Wimble?"

"Think as you was transported, and that you've took to the bush. "

"Oh, do you?" said Mike, grinning. "Well, never mind; I'm here, andyou're there, and you've got to make the best of it. "

To make the best of it was not easy. The three convicts, aftercompelling their prisoners to make the resting-place they occupied moreweather-proof and warm, set them to make a lean-to for themselves, towhich they were relegated, but without arms, Mike Bannock having on thefirst day they were at work taken possession of their weapons. 

"You won't want them, " he said, with an ugly grin; "we'll do the huntingand fighting, and you three shall do the work. "

Jem uttered a low growl, at which Mike let the handle of one of thespears fall upon his shoulder, and as Jem fiercely seized it, threemuskets were presented at his head. 

"Oh, all right, " growled Jem, with a menacing look. 

"Yes, it's all right, Jem Wimble. But look here, don't you or either ofyou cut up rough; for if you do, things may go very awkward. "

"I should like to make it awkward for them, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, asthe convicts turned away; "but never mind, I can wait. "

They did wait, day after day, working hard, ill fed, and sufferingendless abuse, and often blows, which would have been resented by Ngati, but for a look from Don; and night by night, as they gathered togetherin their little lean-to hut, with a thick heap of fern leaves for theirbed their conversation was on the same subject--how could they get themuskets and spears, and escape. 

There was no further alarm on the part of the Maoris, who seemed, afterthey had been discouraged in their pursuit, and startled by the guns, tohave given up all intention of recapturing the escaped prisoners. 

"If we could only get the guns and spears, Jem, " said Don one eveningfor the hundredth time. 

"Yes, and I'd precious soon have them, " replied Jem; "only they'realways on the watch. "

"Yes, they're too cunning to leave them for a moment. Was any one everbefore so unlucky as we are?"

"Well, if you come to that, " said Jem, "yes. Poor old Tomati, for one;and it can't be very nice for Ngati here, who has lost all his tribe. "

Ngati looked up sharply, watching them both intently in the gloomycabin. 

"But he don't seem to mind it so very much. "

"What do you say to escaping without spears?"

"Oh, I'm willing, " replied Jem; "only I wouldn't be in too great ahurry. Those chaps wouldn't mind having a shot at us again, and thistime they might hit. "

"What shall we do then?"

"Better wait, Mas' Don. This sort o' thing can't last. We shall sooneat up all the fruit, and then they'll make a move, and we may have abetter chance. "

Don sighed and lay with his eyes half-closed, watching one particularstar which shone in through the doorway. 

But not for long. The star seemed to grow misty as if veiled by acloud; then it darkened altogether; so it seemed to Don, for the simplereason that he had fallen fast asleep. 

It appeared only a minute since he was gazing at the star before he felta hand pressed across his mouth, and with a horrible dread of beingsmothered, he uttered a hoarse, stifled cry, and struggled to get free;but another hand was pressed upon his chest, and it seemed as if the endhad come. 

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE. 

NGATI'S GOAL. 

Just as in the case of a dream, a long space of time in the face of aterrible danger seems to pass in what is really but a few moments. Don, in an agony of apprehension, was struggling against the hands which heldhim, when a deep voice whispered in his ear, --

"My pakeha. "

"Ngati!"

Don caught the hands in his, and sat up slowly, while the chief awakenedJem in the same manner, and with precisely the same result. 

"Why, I thought it was Mike Bannock trying to smother me, " grumbled Jem, sitting up. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know, Jem. Ngati just woke me in the dark, and--Oh! Ngati!"

His hands trembled, and a curious feeling of excitement coursed throughhis veins, as at that moment he felt the stock of a gun pressed into hishands, Jem exclaiming the next moment as he too clasped a gun. 

"But there arn't no powder and--Yes, there is. "

Jem ceased speaking, for he had suddenly felt that there was a belt andpouch attached to the gun-barrel, and without another word he slippedthe belt over his shoulder. 

"What do you mean, Ngati?" whispered Don hastily. 

"Go!" was the laconic reply; and in an instant the lad realised that theMaori had partly comprehended his words that evening, had thought outthe full meaning, and then crept silently to the convicts' den, andsecured the arms. 

Don rose excitedly to his feet. 

"The time has come, Jem, " he whispered. 

"Yes, and I dursen't shout hooroar!"

Ngati was already outside, waiting in the starlight; and as Don steppedout quickly with his heart beating and a sense of suffocation at thethroat, he could just make out that the Maori held the third musket, andhad also three spears under his arm. 

He handed one of the latter to each, and then stood listening for a fewmoments with his head bent in the direction of the convicts'resting-place. 

The steam jet hissed, and the vapour rose like a dim spectral form; thewater gurgled and splashed faintly, but there was no other sound, and, going softly in the direction of the opening, Ngati led the way. 

"We must leave it to him, Jem, and go where he takes us, " whispered Don. 

"Can't do better, " whispered back Jem. "Wait just a moment till I getthis strap o' the gun over my shoulder. It's awkward to carry both gunand spear. "

"Wait till we get farther away, Jem. "

_Crash_! A flash of fire, and a report which echoed like thunder fromthe face of the rocks. 

Jem, in passing the sling of the musket over his head, had let it fallupon the stones with disastrous effect. 

"Run, Mas' Don; never mind me. "

"Are you hurt?"

"Dunno. "

Jem was in a stooping posture as he spoke, but he rose directly, asthere was a rush heard in the direction of the convicts' lair, andcatching Don's hand they ran off stealthily after Ngati, who hadreturned, and then led the way once more. 

Not a word was spoken, and after the first rush and the scramble andpanting of men making for the rocks, all was very still. Ngati led on, passing in and out among tree and bush, and mass of rock, as if his eyeswere quite accustomed to the darkness, while, big as he was, his barefeet made no more sound than the paws of a cat. 

Both Don and Jem followed as silently as they could, but they could nothelp catching against the various obstacles, and making noises whichproduced a warning "Hssh!" from their leader. 

As they passed on they listened intently for sounds of pursuit, but forawhile there were none; the fact being that at the sound of the shot theconvicts believed that they were attacked, and rushing out, they madefor the mountain. But as no further shots were heard, they grew morebold, and, after waiting listening for awhile, they stole back to theshed that should have been occupied by Don and his friends; where, finding them gone, they hurried into their own place, found that thearms were taken, and, setting up a shout, dashed off in pursuit. 

The shout sent a shiver through Don and Jem, for it sounded terriblynear, and they hurried on close to the heels of Ngati, forgetful for themoment of the fact that they were armed, and their pursuers wereweaponless. 

After a time the sounds from the camp, which had been heard plainly onthe night wind, ceased, and for the first time Don questioned Jem as tohis injury. 

"Where are you hurt, Jem?"

"Shoulder, " said that worthy, laconically. 

"Again?"

"No; not again. "

"But I mean when the gun went off. "

"In my head, Mas' Don. "

"Ah! We might stop now. Let me bind it up for you. "

"No, no; it don't bleed, " replied Jem, gruffly. "I mean hurt inside myhead, 'cause I could be such a stoopid as to let this here gun fall. "

"Then you are not wounded?"

"Not a bit, my lad; and if you'll stop now, I think I'll try and loadagain. "

But Ngati insisted on pushing on, and kept up a steady walk right southin the direction of the star which had shone in through the doorway. 

It was weary work, for the night was very black beneath the trees, butevery step was taking them farther from their enemies, and though theystopped to listen again and again, they heard no sound of pursuit. 

Morning dawned at last, bringing light to their spirits as well as totheir eyes; and for three days they travelled on due south by mountainand lake, hot spring and glorious valley, now catching a glimpse of thesea, now losing it again. 

Ngati seemed to have some definite object which he could not explain;and when Don tried to question him, the great fellow only laughed andtrudged on. 

They did not fare badly, for fruit, roots, and wild fowl were plentiful, fish could be obtained, and with glorious weather, and the dying out ofthe pain of their wounds, the journey began to be pleasant. 

"There's only one thing I'm afraid of, Mas' Don, " said Jem; "and that isthat those convicts will smell us out. "

But as time went on that fear grew less, and just at sunset one evening, as Ngati turned the shoulder of one of the mountains and stood pointing, Don set up a shout which Jem echoed, for there beneath them in a valley, and about a quarter of a mile from the shimmering sea, lay a cluster ofcottages, such as could only have been built by Europeans, and theyrealised now what had been the Maori's thoughts in bringing them there. 

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO. 

DON HAS A HEADACHE. 

"Escaped from the Maoris, and then from a party of men you think wererunaway convicts?" said the broad-shouldered, sturdy occupant of thelittle farm which they reached just at dusk. "Ah, well, we can talkabout that to-morrow, my lads. It's enough for me that you areEnglishmen. Come in. "

"I cannot leave our friend, " said Don quietly, as he laid his hand onNgati's arm. 

"What, the savage!" said the farmer, rubbing his ear. "Well, we--oh, ifhe's your friend, that's enough. "

They had no occasion to complain of the hospitality, for the farmer, whohad been settled there, with a few companions only, for about fouryears, was but too glad to see fresh faces, and with a delicacy hardlyto be expected from one leading so rough a life he refrained from askingany questions. 

Don was glad, for the next morning he rose with a peculiar achingsensation in the head, accompanied by alternate fits of heat and cold. 

The next day he was worse, but he kept it to himself, laughing it offwhen they noticed that he did not eat his breakfast, and, to avoidfurther questioning, he went out after a time to wander up the valleyinto the shady woodland and among the tree-ferns, hoping that the restand cool shadowy calm of the primaeval forest would prove restful andrefreshing. 

The day was glorious, and Don lay back listening to the cries of thebirds, dreaming of home, and at times dozing off to sleep after hisrestless night. 

His head ached terribly, and was confused, and at times, as he lay backresting against a tuft of fern, he seemed to be back at Bristol; then inan instant he thought he must be in the Maoris' _pah_, wondering whetherthere could be any truth in Jem's fancies as to why they were beingkept. 

Then there was a dull time of blank weariness, during which he sawnothing, till he seemed to be back in the convicts' lurking-place, andhe saw Mike Bannock thrusting his head out from among the leaves, hisface brown and scarred, and eyes glistening, as he looked from place toplace. 

It was all so real that Don expected to see the scoundrel step out intothe open, followed by his two companions. 

And this did happen a few minutes later. Mike Bannock, armed with aheavy club, and followed by his two brothers in crime, crept out. Thenit seemed to be no longer the convicts' home, and Don started from hisdreamy state, horrified at what he saw, for the scoundrels had not seenhim, and were going cautiously toward the little settlement, whoseoccupants were all away hunting, fishing, and attending to their crops. Don alone was close at hand, and he in so semi-delirious and helpless astate, that when he tried to rise he felt as if it would be impossibleto warn his friends of their danger, and prevent these ruffians frommaking their descent upon the pleasant little homes around. 

An acute pain across the brows made Don close his eyes, and when here-opened them his head was throbbing, his mind confused, and as helooked hastily round, and could see nothing but the beautiful verdantscene, he felt that he had been deceived, and as if the figures that hadpassed out of the dense undergrowth had been merely creatures of hisimagination. 

He still gazed wildly about, but all was peaceful, and not a sound savethe birds' notes fell upon the ear. 

"It must have been fancy, " he thought. "Where is Jem?"

He sank back again in a strangely excited state, for the idea that, inhis fleeing to this peaceful place, he had been the means of bringingthree desperate men to perhaps rob, and murder, and destroy, where allwas repose and peace, was too terrible to bear. 

One minute he was certain that it was all fancy, just as he had dreamedagain and again of Mike and his ruffianly companions; the next he was assure that what he had seen was real. 

"I'll go and find some one, " he said hastily; and, rising feebly to hisfeet, he set off for the farm, but only to catch wildly at the trees tosave himself from falling. 

The vertigo passed off as quickly as it came on. 

"How absurd!" he said, with a faint laugh. "A moment's giddiness. That's all. "

He started again, but everything sailed round, and he sank upon theearth with a groan to try and make out whether it was all fancy or adream. 

In a moment he seemed to be back at home with a bad headache, and hismother passing softly to and fro, while Kitty, full of sympathy, keptsoaking handkerchiefs in vinegar and water to cool his heated brow. 

Then, as he lay with his eyes tightly closed, Uncle Josiah came into theroom, and laid his hand pityingly upon his shoulder. 

Don gazed up at him, to see that it was Ngati's hideously tattooedcountenance close to his, and he looked up confused and wondering at thegreat chief. 

Then the recollection of the convicts came back, and a spasm of horrorshot through his brain. 

If it was true, what would happen at the little farm?

He raised himself upon his elbow, and pointed in the direction of thehouse. 

"Ngati, " he said excitedly, "danger!"

The chief looked at him, then in the direction in which he pointed; buthe could understand nothing, and Don felt as if he were trying to getsome great dog to comprehend his wishes. 

He had learned scores of Maori words, but now that he wanted to usethem, some would not come, and others would not fit. 

"Ngati!" he cried again piteously, as he pointed toward the farm, "pakehas--bad pakehas. "

The chief could understand pakehas--white men, but he was rather hazyabout bad, whether it did not mean good, and he gave a low grunt. 

"Bad pakehas. Fight. Jem, " panted Don. 

Ngati could see that something was wrong, but in his mind it seemed tobe connected with his English friend's health, and he laid his hand uponDon's burning brow. 

"Bad pakehas--go!" cried Don. "What shall I do? How am I to make himunderstand? Pakehas. Jem. Help!"

At that Ngati seemed to have a glimmering of what his companion meant, and nodding quickly, he went off at a trot toward the farm. 

"He'll bring some one who can understand, " said Don to himself; and thenhe began to feel that, after all, it was a dream consequent upon hisbeing so ill, and he lay back feeling more at ease, but only to jump upand stare wildly toward where the farm lay. 

For, all at once, there rose a shout, and directly after a shot washeard, followed by another and another. 

Then all was still for a few minutes, till, as Don lay gazing wildlytoward where he had seen Ngati disappear, he caught sight of a stoopingfigure, then of another and another, hurrying to reach cover; and as herecognised the convicts, he could make out that each man carried a gun. 

He was holding himself up by grasping the bough of a tree, and gazingwildly at Mike and his brutal-looking friends; but they were looking inthe direction of the farm as they passed, and they did not see him. 

Then the agonising pain in his head seemed to rob him of the power tothink, and he sank back among the ferns. 

Don had some consciousness of hearing voices, and of feeling handstouching him; but it was all during a time of confusion, and when helooked round again with the power to think, he was facing a tinyunglazed window, the shutter which was used to close it standing below. 

He was lying on a rough bed formed of sacking spread over dried fernleaves, and the shed he was in had for furniture a rough table formed bynailing a couple of pieces of board across a tub, another tub with partof the side sawn out formed an armchair; and the walls were ornamentedwith bunches of seeds tied up and hung there for preservation, a saddleand bridle, and some garden tools neatly arranged in a corner. 

Don lay wondering what it all meant, his eyes resting longest upon theopen window, through which he could see the glorious sunshine, and theleaves moving in the gentle breeze. 

He felt very happy and comfortable, but when he tried to raise his headthe effort was in vain, and this set him wondering again, till he closedhis eyes and lay thinking. 

Suddenly he unclosed them again to lie listening, feeling the while thathe had been asleep, for close beside him there was some one whistling ina very low tone--quite a whisper of a whistle--a familiar oldSomersetshire melody, which seemed to carry him back to the sugar yardat Bristol, where he had heard Jem whistle that tune a score of times. 

This set him thinking of home, his mother, and Cousin Kitty. Then ofstern-looking Uncle Josiah, who, after all, did not seem to have beenunkind. 

"Poor Mas' Don! Will he ever get well again?" a voice whispered closeto his ear. 

"Jem!"

"Oh, Mas' Don! Oh! Oh! Oh! Thank the great Lord o' mussy. Amen!Amen! Amen!"

There was the sound of some one going down heavily upon his knees, apair of clasped hands rested on Don's breast; and, as he turned his eyessidewise, he could see the top of Jem's head as the bed shook, and therewas the sound of some one sobbing violently, but in a choking, smotheredway. 

"Jem! Is that you? What's the matter?" whispered Don feebly. 

"And he says, `What's the matter?'" cried Jem, raising his head, andbending over Don. "Dear lad, dear lad; how are you now?"

"Quite well, thank you, Jem, only I can't lift up my head. "

"And don't you try, Mas' Don. Oh, the Lord be thanked! The Lord bethanked!" he muttered. "What should I ha' done?"

"Have--have I been ill, Jem?"

"I'll, Mas' Don? Why, I thought you was going to die, and no doctor, not even a drop of salts and senny to save your life. "

"Oh, nonsense, Jem! I never thought of doing such a thing! Ah, Iremember now. I felt poorly. My head was bad. "

"Your head bad? I should think it was bad. Dear lad, what stuff youhave been saying. "

"Have I, Jem? What, since I lay down among the ferns this morning?"

"This morning, Mas' Don! Why, it's close upon a month ago. "

"What?"

"That's so, my lad. We come back from cutting wood to find you lyingunder a tree, and when we got here it was to find poor old `my pakeha'with a shot-hole in him, and his head all beaten about with big clubs. "

"Oh, Jem!"

"That's so, Mas' Don. "

"Is he better?"

"Oh, yes; he's getting better. I don't think you could kill him. Sorto' chap that if you cut him to pieces some bit or another would be sureto grow again. "

"Why, it was Mike Bannock and those wretches, Jem. "

"That's what we thought, my lad, but we couldn't find out. It was someone, and whoever it was took away three guns. "

"I saw them, Jem. "

"You see 'em?"

"Yes, as I lay back with my head so bad that I couldn't be sure. "

"Ah, well, they found us out, and they've got their guns again; but theygive it to poor Ngati awful. "

Just then the window was darkened by a hideous-looking face, whichdisappeared directly. Then steps were heard, and the great chief camein, bending low to avoid striking his head against the roof till hereached the rough bedside, where he bent over Don, and patted himgently, saying softly, "My pakeha. "

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE. 

DON SPEAKS OUT. 

A healthy young constitution helped Don Lavington through his perilousillness, and in another fortnight he was about the farm, helping in anylittle way he could. 

"I'm very sorry, Mr Gordon, " said Don one evening to the young settler. 

"Sorry? What for, my lad?" he said. 

"For bringing those convicts after us to your place, and for being illand giving you so much trouble. "

"Nonsense, my lad! I did begin to grumble once when I thought you weregoing to be ungrateful to me for taking you in. "

"Ungrateful!"

"Yes, ungrateful, and trying to die. "

"Oh!" said Don smiling. 

"Nice mess I should have been in if you had. No church, no clergyman, no doctor, no sexton. Why, you young dog, it would have been cruel. "

Don smiled sadly. 

"I am really very grateful, sir; I am indeed, and I think by to-morrowor next day I shall be strong enough to go. "

"What, and leave me in the lurch just as I'm so busy! Why, with thethought of having you fellows here, I've been fencing in pieces andmaking no end of improvements. That big Maori can cut down as much woodas two men, and as for Jem Wimble, he's the handiest fellow I ever saw. "

"I am very glad they have been of use, sir. I wish I could be. "

"You're right enough, boy. Stop six months--a year altogether--and Ishall be very glad of your help. "

This set Don at rest, and he brightened up wonderfully, making greatstrides during the next fortnight, and feeling almost himself, till, oneevening as he was returning from where he had been helping Jem and Ngaticut up wood for fencing, he fancied he saw some animal creeping throughthe ferns. A minute's watching convinced him that this was a fact, buthe could not make out what it was. Soon after, as they were seated attheir evening meal, he mentioned what he had seen. 

"One of the sheep got loose, " said Gordon. 

"No, it was not a sheep. "

"Well, what could it have been? There are no animals here, hardly, except the pigs which have run wild. "

"It looked as big as a sheep, but it was not a pig, " said Donthoughtfully. "Could it have been a man going on all fours?"

"Hullo! What's the matter?" cried Gordon looking up sharply, as one ofhis two neighbours came to the door with his wife. 

"Well, I doan't know, " said the settler. "My wife says she is sure shesaw a savage creeping along through the bush behind our place. "

"There!" said Don excitedly. 

"Here's t'others coming, " said Jem. 

For at that moment the other settler, whose log-house was a hundredyards below, came up at a trot, gun in hand, in company with his wifeand sister. 

"Here, look sharp, Gordon, " he said; "there's a party out on a raid. Wecame up here, for we had better join hands. "

"Of course, " said Gordon. "Come in; but I think you are frighteningyourselves at shadows, and--"

He stopped short, for Jem Wimble dashed at the door and banged it tojust as Ngati sprang to the corner of the big log kitchen and caught upa spear. 

"Mike and them two beauties, Mas' Don!" cried Jem. 

"Then it's war, is it?" said Gordon grimly, as he reconnoitred from thewindow. "Eight--ten--twelve--about thirty Maori savages, and threewhite ones. Hand round the guns, Don Lavington. You can shoot, can'tyou?"

"Yes, a little. "

"That's right. Can we depend on Ngati? If we can't, he'd better go. "

"I'll answer for him, " said Don. 

"All right!" said Gordon. "Look here, Ngati, "--he pointed out of thewindow and then tapped the spear--"bad pakehas, bad--bad, kill. "

Ngati grunted, and his eyes flashed. 

"Kill pakehas--bad pakehas, " he said in a deep, fierce voice. "Kill!"Then tapping the Englishmen one by one on the shoulder, "Pakeha good, "he said smiling, and then taking Don by the arm, "My pakeha, " he added. 

"That's all right, sir, " said Jem; "he understands. "

"Now then, quick! Make everything fast. We can keep them out so longas they don't try fire. And look here, I hate bloodshed, neighbours, but those convict scoundrels have raised these poor savages up againstus for the sake of plunder. Recollect, we are fighting for our homes--to defend the women. "

A low, angry murmur arose as the guns were quickly examined, ammunitionplaced ready, and the rough, strong door barricaded with boxes and tubs, the women being sent up a rough ladder through a trap-door to huddletogether in the roof, where they would be in safety. 

"So long as they don't set us afire, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. 

"What's that?" said Gordon sharply. 

"Jem fears fire, " said Don. 

"So do I, my lad, so we must keep them at a distance; and if they dofire us run all together to the next house, and defend that. "

Fortunately for the defenders of the place there were but three windows, and they were small, and made good loop-holes from which to fire whenthe enemy came on. The settlers defended the front of the house, andDon, Jem and Ngati were sent to the back, greatly to Jem'sdisappointment. 

"We sha'n't see any of the fun, Mas' Don, " he whispered, and thenremained silent, for a shout arose, and they recognised the voice asthat of Mike Bannock. 

"Now then you, " he shouted, "open the door, and give in quietly. If youdo, you sha'n't be hurt. If you make a fight of it, no one will be leftalive. "

"Look here!" shouted back Gordon; "I warn you all that the first man whocomes a step farther may lose his life. Go on about your businessbefore help comes and you are caught. "

"No help for a hundred miles, matey, " said the savage-looking convict;"so give in. We want all you've got there, and what's more, we mean tohave it. Will you surrender?"

For answer Gordon thrust out his gun-barrel, and the convicts drew backa few yards, and conversed together before disappearing with theirsavage followers into the bush. 

"Have we scared them off?" said Gordon to one of the settlers, after tenminutes had passed without a sign. 

"I don't know, " said the other. "I can't help thinking--"

"Look out, Mas' Don!"

_Bang_! _bang_!

Two reports from muskets at the back of the house, where the attackingparty had suddenly shown themselves, thinking it the weakest part; andafter the two shots about a dozen Maoris dashed at the little window, and tried to get in, forcing their spears through to keep the defendersat a distance; and had not Ngati's spear played its part, dartingswiftly about like the sting of some monster, the lithe, active fellowswould, soon have forced their way in. 

Directly after, the fight began at the front, the firing growing hot, and not without effect, for one of the settlers went down with a musketbullet in his shoulder, and soon after Gordon stood back, holding hisarm for Don to bind it up with a strip off a towel. 

"Only a spear prick, " he said coolly, as he took aim with his gundirectly after; and for about an hour the fight raged fiercely, withwounds given and taken, but no material advantage on either side. 

"Be careful and make every shot tell, " said Gordon, as it was rapidlygrowing dark; then backing to the inner door as he reloaded, he spokefor a few seconds to Don. 

"We shall beat them off, sir, " said Don cheerily. 

"Yes, I hope so, my lad, " said the settler calmly. "You see you are ofgreat use. "

"No, sir; it's all my fault, " replied Don. 

"Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, as Don returned, "look out of the window;mind the spears; then tell me what you see. "

"Fire!" said Don after a momentary examination. 

He was quite right. A fire had been lit in the forest at the back, andten minutes after, as Mike Bannock's voice could be heard cheering them, the Maoris came on, hurling burning branches on to the roof of thelittle log-house. 

For a few minutes there was no result. Then there arose a yell, for theroof had caught, the resinous pine burned strongly, the smoke began tocurl in between the rafters, and the women were helped down. 

To extinguish the flames was impossible, and would even have been asvain a task had they been outside ready with water. 

"How long will she last before she comes down?" said one of thesettlers. 

"We can stop in here for a quarter, perhaps half an hour longer, " saidGordon; "and then we must make a dash for your place. "

"Yes, " said the settler, "and they know it. Look!"

By the increasing light from the burning house, the savages could beseen with their white leaders preparing for a rush. 

Just then Don and his two companions were forced to leave the littlelean-to, whose roof was burning furiously, and it was only by closingthe rough door of communication that the besieged were able to remain inthe big kitchen. 

"It won't last five minutes, my lads, " said Gordon. "Be ready, women. I'll throw open the door. We men will rush out and form up. You womenrun down to the right and make for Smith's. We shall give them a volleyto check them, and run after you. "

"Ready?"

"Ay. "

"All loaded?"

"Ay, " came in a deep despairing growl. 

"Down with these boxes and tubs then. You, Don, you are young and weak;go with the women. "

"No, " said Don; "I shall go with you men. "

"Brayvo, Mas' Don!" whispered Jem. "What a while they are opening thatdoor! We shall be roasted, my lad, after all, and these wretches 'llpick our bones. "

The door was flung open, and the enemy uttered a yell of delight as thelittle party of whites ran out of the burning house. 

"Now, women!" cried Gordon. 

"No: stop!" roared Don. 

_Crash_!

A heavy volley from the right, and the besiegers made a rush for theleft. 

_Crash_!

A heavy volley met them on the left, fired diagonally from half behindthe blazing house. 

Then there was a cheer, echoed by a second, and two parties ofblue-jackets were in among the Maoris, who fled, leaving half theirnumber wounded and prisoners on the ground, while Don and his friendshelped the women out into the open, away from the signs of bloodshed, which looked horrible in the light from the blazing house. 

"A little too late, " said the officer in command of the detachment. 

"Too late to save my house, sir, but in time to save our lives, " saidGordon, grasping his hand. 

"I wish I had been sooner; but it's rough work travelling through thebush, and we should not have come, only we heard the shouting, and sawthe glow of your burning house. "

No time was lost in trying to extinguish the fire after a guard had beenset over the prisoners, the men under the officers' orders working hardwith the few buckets at command; but the place was built of inflammablepine, which flared up fiercely, and after about a quarter of an hour'seffort Gordon protested against further toil. 

"It's of no use, sir, " he said. "All labour in vain. I've not lostmuch, for my furniture was only home made. "

"I'm sorry to give up, but it is useless, " said the officer. 

Jem crept close up to his companion. 

"I say, Mas' Don, I thought it was some of our chaps from the sloop atfirst, but they're from the _Vixen_ frigate. Think they'll find usout?"

"I hope not, Jem, " replied Don; "surely they will not press us again. "

"Let's be off into the bush till they're gone. "

"No, " said Don; "I'm sorry I left the ship as I did. We will not runaway again. "

Meanwhile preparations were made for bivouacking, the officerdetermining to rest where they were that night; and after seeing his menstored in two of the barns, and sentries placed over the prisoners inanother, at one of the settlers' places, one log-house being given up tothe wounded, he joined the little English gathering, where the settlers'wives, as soon as the danger was past, had prepared a comfortable meal. 

After an uneventful night, the morning broke cheerily over the tinysettlement, where the only trace of the attack was at Gordon's, whoserough log-house was now a heap of smoking ashes. 

The sailors had breakfasted well, thanks to the settlers' wives, andwere now drawn up, all but the prisoners' guard, while the officer stoodtalking to Gordon and his neighbours with Don and Jem standing close by;for in spite of Jem's reiterated appeals, his companion refused to taketo the bush. 

"No, Jem, " Don said stubbornly; "it would be cowardly, and we're cowardsenough. "

"But s'pose they find us out? That there officer's sure to smell aswe're salts. "

"Smell? Nonsense!"

"He will, Mas' Don. I'm that soaked with Stockholm tar that I can smellmyself like a tub. "

"Nonsense!"

"But if they find out as we deserted, they'll hang us. "

"I don't believe it, Jem. "

"Well, you'll see, Mas' Don; so if they hang you, don't you blame me. "

"Well, Mr Gordon, we must be off, " said the officer. "Thank you oncemore for all your hospitality. "

"God bless you, sir, and all your men, for saving our lives, " said thesettler warmly; and there was a chorus of thanks from the other settlersand their wives. 

"Nonsense, my dear sir; only our duty!" said the officer heartily. "Andnow about our prisoners. I don't know what to do about the Maoris. Idon't want to shoot them, and I certainly don't want to march them withus down to where the ship lies. What would you do, Mr Gordon?"

"I should give them a knife apiece, shake hands with them, and let themgo. "

"What, to come back with the said knives, and kill you all when we'regone!"

"They will not come back if you take away the scoundrels who led themon, " said Don sharply. 

"How do you know?" said the officer good-humouredly. 

"Because, " said Don, colouring, "I have been living a good deal withthem, both with a friendly tribe and as a prisoner. "

"And they did not eat you?" said the officer laughing. 

"There, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem, "hear that?"

"I think you are right, youngster, " continued the officer, "and I shalldo so. Mr Dillon, bring up the prisoners. "

This was to a master's mate, who led off a guard, and returned with thecaptives bound hands behind, and the Maoris looking sullen and haughty, while the three whites appeared at their very worst--a trio of the mostvile, unkempt scoundrels possible to see. 

They were led to the front, scowling at every one in turn, and halted infront of the officer, who, after whispering to the master's mate, gaveorders to one of the seamen. This man pulled out his great jack knife, opened it, and being a bit of a joker, advanced toward the Maoris, grinding his teeth and rolling his eyes. 

The savages saw his every act, and there was a slight tremor that seemedto run through them all; but the next instant they had drawn themselvesup stern and defiant, ready to meet their fate at the seaman's knife. 

"No, no. No, pakeha. No kill, " said a deep angry voice; and as everyone turned, Ngati stalked forward as if to defend his enemies. 

But at the same moment the man had cut the first Maori's bands, and thenwent on behind the rank, cutting the line that bound seven, who stoodstaring wildly. 

The next minute a seaman came along bearing a sheaf of spears, which hehanded, one by one, to the astonished savages, while their wonderreached its height, as the master's mate presented to each a knife, suchas were brought for presents to the natives. 

"Now, " said the officer, addressing them, "I don't understand you, and Idon't suppose you understand my words; but you do my deeds. Then, inthe king's name, you are free; and if you ever take any Englishprisoners, I hope you will behave as well to them as we have behaved toyou. There, go. "

He finished by pointing away to the north; but instead of going theystood staring till Ngati came forward, and said a few words in their owntongue. 

The effect was electric; they all shouted, brandished their spears, danced wildly, and ended by throwing down their weapons before theofficer, seizing him by the arms, and rubbing noses with him. 

He submitted laughingly till the Maoris picked up their spears, andstood looking on, apparently quite satisfied that they were safe. 

"Here, hi, Jack!" cried a hoarse brutal voice. "Look sharp, we want toget rid of these cords; where's your knife?"

"Wait a little while, my friends, " said the officer sarcastically; "assoon as we get to the ship, you shall have them changed for irons. "

"Whorrt!" cried Mike. 

"We were out in search of three convicts who murdered a couple of theguard, and escaped from Norfolk Island in a boat. I have fallen uponyou by accident, and I have you safe. "

"Norfolk Island! Where's Norfolk Island, mate?" said Mike coolly. 

"Never heard o' no such place, " said his vilest-looking companion, gruffly. 

"Memory's short, perhaps, " said the officer. 

"But convicts; we're not convicts, " growled Mike. 

"Gentlemen, p'r'aps, on your travels?"

"Yes, that's it, " said Mike with effrontery. 

"Ah! Well then, I shall have to take you on beard His Majesty's ship_Vixen_, where you will probably be hung at the yard-arm for incitingthe ignorant Maoris to attack peaceful settlers. Forward, my lads!"

"Here stop!" roared Mike with a savage grin. 

"What for?" said the officer sternly. 

"Arn't you going to take them, too?"

"Take whom--the Maoris? No; but for you they would have let thesepeople be in peace. Forward!"

"No, no; I mean them two, " said Mike savagely, as he pointed--"them two:Don Lavington and Jem Wimble. "

"Halt!" cried the officer. "Do you know these men?" he saidsuspiciously. 

"There, I told you so, Mas' Don, " whispered Jem. "I know that man, "said Don firmly. "I only know the others by their making us prisonersout in the bush. "

"Where did you know him?" said the officer--"Norfolk Island?"

"No, sir; at Bristol. He worked as labourer in my uncle's yard. "

"That's right enough, " said Mike; "and him and Jem Wimble was pressed, and went to sea. "

"Ay, ay!" said the officer quickly. 

"And they deserted, and took to the bush. "

"Hah!" ejaculated the officer. "From the sloop of war. The captainasked us to keep an eye open for two lads who had deserted. "

"Hor--hor--hor!" laughed Mike maliciously; "and now you've got 'em; MrGentleman Don and Master Jemmy Wimble. "

"If your hands warn't tied, " cried Jem fiercely, "I'd punch your uglyhead!"

"Is this true, young man?" said the officer sternly. "Did you desertfrom His Majesty's sloop?"

Don was silent for a moment, and then stepped forward boldly. 

"Yes!" he said. 

"Ah, Mas' Don, you've done it now, " whispered Jem. 

"I was cruelly seized, beaten, and dragged away from my home, and Jemhere from his young wife. On board ship we were ill-used andpersecuted; and I'm not ashamed to own it, I did leave the ship. "

"Yes, and so did I!" said Jem stoutly. 

"Humph! Then I'm afraid you will have to go with me as prisoners!" saidthe officer. 

"Hor--hor--hor! Here's a game! Prisoners! Cat-o'-nine tails, orhanging. "

"Silence, you scoundrel!" roared the officer. "Forward with theseprisoners. "

Mike and his companions were marched on out of hearing, and then, aftera turn or two, the officer spoke. 

"It is true then, my lads, you deserted your ship?"

"I was forced to serve, sir, and I left the ship, " said Don firmly. 

"Well, sir, I have but one course to pursue. "

"Surely you will not take them as prisoners, sir?" cried Gordonwarmly--"as brave, true fellows as ever stepped. "

"I can believe that, " said the officer; "but discipline must bemaintained. Look here, my lads: I will serve you if I can. You made agreat mistake in deserting. I detest pressing men; but it is done, andit is not my duty to oppose the proceeding. Now, will you take myadvice?"

"What is it, sir?"

"Throw yourself on our captain's mercy. Your ship has sailed for China;we are going home short-handed. Volunteer to serve the king till theship is paid off, and perhaps you will never hear of having deserted. What do you say?"

"The same as Jem Wimble does, sir. I can volunteer, and fight, if youlike; but I can't bear to be forced. "

"Well said!" cried the officer, smiling at Don's bit of grandiloquence;and, an hour later, after an affectionate parting from Ngati, whoelected to stay with Gordon, Don and Jem were Jacks once more, marchingcheerily with the main body, half a mile behind the guard in charge ofthe convicts. 

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR. 

HOME. 

It was a non-adventurous voyage home, after the convicts had been placedin the hands of the authorities at Port Jackson; and one soft summerevening, after a run by coach from Plymouth, two sturdy-looking brownyoung sailors leaped down in front of the old coaching hotel, and almostran along the busy Bristol streets to reach the familiar spots where somuch of their lives had been passed. 

Don was panting to get back into his mother's arms, but they had to passthe warehouse, and as they reached the gates Jem began to tremble. 

"No, no; don't go by, Mas' Don. I dursen't go alone. "

"What, not to meet your own wife?"

"No, Mas' Don; 'tarn't that. I'm feared she's gone no one knows where. Stand by me while I ask, Mas' Don. "

"No, no, Jem. I must get home. "

"We've stood by one another, Mas' Don, in many a fight and at sea, andon shore. Don't forsake your mate now. "

"I'll stay, Jem, " said Don. 

"Mas' Don, you are a good one!" cried Jem. "Would you mind pulling thebell--werry gently? My hand shakes so, I shall make a noise. "

Don gave the bell a tremendous peal, when Jem looked at himreproachfully, and seemed ready to run away, as the lesser gate wassnatched angrily open, and a shrill voice began, --

"What d'you mean by ringing like--"

"Sally!"

"Jem!"

Don gave Jem a push in the back, which sent him forward into the yard, pulled the gate to, and ran on as hard as he could to his uncle's house. He had laughed at Jem when he said his hand trembled, but his own shookas he took hold of the knocker, and gave the most comical double rapever thumped upon a big front door. 

There was a click; the door was thrown open by one who had seen thebrown young sailor pass the window, and Don Lavington was tightly heldin his mother's arms, while two little hands held his, and Kitty jumpedup to get a kiss placed upon his cheek. 

The explanations were in full swing as, unheard by those in the parlour, the front door was opened by a latch-key, and that of the parlourfollowed suit, for Uncle Josiah to stand looking smilingly at the groupbefore him. 

When at last he was seen, Don started up and gazed dubiously in thegrave, stern face before him, recalling in those brief moments sceneafter scene in the past, when he and his uncle had been, as Jemexpressed it, "at loggerheads again, " and his life had seemed to him atime of misery and care. His first coherent thoughts were as to what heshould say--how he should enter into full explanations of his movementssince that eventful night when he encountered the press-gang. It wasbetter to attack, he thought, than to await the coming on of hisadversary, and he had just made up his mind to the former course ofaction, when all his plans and words were blown to the wind, and therewas no need for either attack or defence, for the old man advanced withextended hand. 

"Don, my lad, " he said quietly, "I've felt the want of you badly at theoffice. Glad to see you back. "

"I ought to tell you, sir--"

"Ah, well explain all by-and-by, my boy, " said the old man. "I knowthat you can't have been to blame; and, look here, time back you were asstubborn as could be, and thought you were ill-used, and that I was yourenemy. You've been round the world since then, and you are bigger, andbroader, and wiser now than you were. "

"I hope so, uncle. "

"And you don't believe that I ever was your enemy?"

"I believe, uncle, that I was very foolish, and--and--"

"That's enough. P'r'aps I was a bit too hard, but not so hard as theyare at sea. You haven't got to go again?"

"No, uncle. "

"Then God bless you, my boy! I'm glad to have you back. "

Don could not speak, only hold his weeping mother to his breast. 

It was some time before Don was able to begin his explanations, and theaccount of what had passed; and when he did it was with his mothersitting on his right, holding his hand in both of hers, and with hiscousin seated upon his left, following her aunt's suit, while the oldBristol merchant lay back in his chair smoking his evening pipe, a grimsmile upon his lips, but a look of pride in his eyes as if he did not atall disapprove of Don's conduct when he was at sea. 

"But I ought not to have deserted uncle?" said Don, interrogatively. 

"Well, my boy, " said the old merchant thoughtfully, taking his pipe outof his mouth, and rubbing his stubbly cheek with the waxy end, "I hardlyknow what to say about that, so we'll let it rest. "

"Confound all press-gangs!" said Uncle Josiah that night, as they wereparting for bed. "But I don't know, Don, perhaps this one was ablessing in disguise. "

"Then I hope, uncle, that the next blessing will come without anydisguise at all. But, mother, you found my bundle?"

"Your bundle, my dear?"

"The one I threw up on the top of the bed-tester, when I was foolishenough to think of running away. "

"My dear Don, no. "

They went to the chamber; Don leaped on the edge of the bed, reachedover, and brought down the bundle all covered with flue. 

"Don, my darling!"

"But I had repented, mother, and--"

"Hush! No more, " said Uncle Josiah firmly; "the past is gone. Here'sto a happy future, my boy. Good-night. "

THE END.