Part 41 (1/2)

'Agreed; but why do yourather rough language to your ot yourself so far as to call me a bad name I'd----'

He paused, and there was a look in his eyes the captain hardly relished

'Well! What would you do?'

'Why, I'd--retire to my cabin'

'All right then, I think we understand each other'

So Dalston was installed, and now dined forward He became a favourite with hisand adventureso than hi, and no one could work more cheerily on deck, or flyman in the forecastle before Dalston's day But Smyth was eclipsed now, and I dare say did not like his rival One day, near the quarter-deck, Sly na to leeward, where he lay stunned

'Have you killed him, Dalston?' said the captain

'Not quite, sir; but I could have'

'Well, Dalston, you are working for two men now; don't let us lose another hand, else you'll have to work for three'

Dalston laughed

Sathered himself up and slunk away, but his look was one Dalston would have cause to reood shi+p--Sevenoaks she was called, after the captain's wife's birthplace--had a long and a rough passage all along The owners were Dutchreat deal There was plenty of time, and the shi+p orked on the cheap Perhaps the wonder is she kept afloat at all, for at one period of the voyage she leaked so badly that the crew had to pump three hours out of every watch Then she crossed a bank on the South American coast, and the men said she had sucked in a bit of seaweed, for she did not leak e has an end, however, and when the Sevenoaks arrived at Buenos Ayres, Dalston bade his e money duly returned, and went on shore, happy because he had ns to rattle than he had expected

Dalston went to a good hotel, found out all about the trains, and next day set out, in company with a waiter who had volunteered to be his escort, to purchase a proper outfit--only light clothes, a rifle, a good revolver, and a knife or two to wear in his belt, for he was going west to a rough country

In the evening, after the waiter and he had dined well at another hotel:

'You go ho round to have a look at the town,'

'Take care of yourself,' the waiter said

'No fear of ht he was borne back to his inn, cut, bruised, and faint

And robbed of all his gold

'Who has done this?' said the waiter, aghast at his friend's appearance

'Smyth!' That was all the reply