Part 41 (1/2)

”Look at old Soup, sir,” whispered Toot it too”

”Here, hi!” shouted the A?”

For Soup had taken a step or two forward, after looking wildly and in a puzzled way at Mark, as if wondering that he did not act, and then throwing back his head, he stood with his eyes rolling and his broad nostrils inflated, snuffling like a horse over some doubtful hay

The nextsoue

”Guess therims, squaire Get 'em both aboard, lay 'em down, and hev 'em doith buckets o' water”

”Stop!” cried Mark, excitedly, as he thrust back the American ”Here, my lads, what is it?”

The two blacks did not understand his words, but they did his gesture, and Soup made a bound forward to thedown

”It ain't rims; it's hyderyphoby,” cried the Aerous Get him aboard;” and as he spoke he drew a pistol from his breast, cocked it, and took aim at the black

But with oneit so broad a sweep that the flat of the weapon struck the American's wrist, and the pistol flew out of his hand

At that moment, in answer to a loud cry from Soup, there came a wild, excited, se, the American stooped to pick up his pistol, while his men rushed to seize hatchet and capstan bar

Mark's dirk was out now, and he presented it at the Aame's up Draw, my lads, and cut them down if they resist Fillot, have off that hatch”

At a sign, the two blacks tore it open: and with the horrible vapour that arose came a wild, piteous claht, curse you!” said the Ary snarl

”Drop it, boys; they're too ly”

”Hurray!” shouted Mark's little party, as they drove the crew below in the forecastle; and after a guard was set, To to the Aar

”This is some dollars out o' er had been drowned afore you brought hi to de?”

That was a question Mark was not prepared to ansith two prizes on his hands

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

”A LAST RESOURCE”

But Mark Vandean soon began to show the A skipper what he ency he did not ave his orders respecting the slaver's crew

”Keep them below in the forecastle,” he said; ”and place the second black over theuard”