Part 13 (2/2)

”I ought to I've seen enough of therowled the other

”You scoundrel!” cried Brandon, ”you have nothing to thank orri ”Well It's about tilish lives that I have taken I thank you though, for you will give lishlea

”Why do you hate them?” asked Brandon, whose curiosity was excited

”My brother's blood was shed by theives Yet I have never found the ht If I had found him I would not have killed any more”

”The ht for fifteen years through all these seas,”

said the other, hoarsely

”What is his name?”

”I will not speak it I had it carved on s around my neck”

Brandon thrust his hand into the bosom of the Malay where he saw a cord which passed around his neck He drew forth a creese, and holding it up saw this nae that came over the severe, iorri in his pain and fury saw it He uttered an exclaht, his nostrils quivered, his eyes seeht foa lips But he commanded himself by a violent effort

He looked all around The sailors were busy with the Captain, who still lay senseless No one observed hiorri

”This shall be mine,” said he, and he threw the cord around his own neck, and put the creese under his waistcoat But the sharp eye of the Malay had been watching him, and as he raised his arhtlessly loosed his hold

That instant Zangorri took advantage of it By a treed himself and bounded to his feet The next instant he was at the taffrail One hasty glance all around showed him all that he wished to see Another moment and he was beneath the water

Brandon had been taken unawares, and the Malay was in the water before he could think But he drew his revolver, in which there yet re to the taffrail, watched for Zangorri to reappear

During the fight a change had coun to be dissipated and a wider horizon appeared As Brandon looked he sao vessels upon the smooth surface of the sea One was the _Falcon_ The other was a large Malay proa On the decks of this last was a crowd oftoward the shi+p where the fight had been The sweeps were out, and they were preparing to orri had aroused the to see the result That result lay altogether at the disposal of the orri had leaped

And now Zangorri's head appeared above the waves, while he took a long breath ere he plunged again The revolver covered hied into his brain

But Brandon did not fire He could not It was too cold-blooded True, Zangorri was stained with countless criotten: he did not appear as Zangorri theto escape from death

That death Brandon could not deal him

The sailors were still intent upon the Captain, whose state was critical, and Brandon alone watched the Malay Soon he saw those on board the proa send down a boat and row quickly toward hied him on board, and then rowed back

Brandon turned away As yet no one had been in the cabin He hurried thither to see if perchance any one was there who ht be saved

He entered the cabin The first look which he gave disclosed a sight which was enough to chill the blood of the stoutest heart that ever beat

All around the cabin lay huonies of death, twisted and twined in different attitudes, and still lying in the position in which death had found them

One, whose appearance showed hi the hair of a Malay, with his sword through his enemy's heart, while a knife still remained buried in his own Another lay with his head cut open; another with his face torn by the explosion of a gun There were four whites here and about ten Malays, all dead But the fourth white was a woman, who lay dead in front of a door that led to an inner cabin, and which was now closed The woray hair was stained with blood, and her hand clutched the arm of a Malay who lay dead by her side

While Brandon stood looking at this sight he became aware of a movement in a corner of the cabin where there were five or six bodies heaped together He hurried over to the place, and, pulling away the bodies of several Malays, found at length a Hindu of large stature, in who with hands and feet andfaint efforts to rise He had been wounded in many places, and was now quite unconscious