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The rain caht was very

considerable, as I learned soon after ceasing my own exertions The

up the long

boat and the dingey on edge, crawling into the lee, and thus finding a

little protection All but John, e, every

ti silent, waiting

for I knew not what For the first time, I realized the virtue of his

waterproof silk shirt He seeh he

asked my consent to put his bundle and his book under the shelter I

stooped down at the firelight, curious to see the title of his book

It was familiar--The Pirate's Own Book!

"Where you catchee book, John?" I asked hiive ood book"

"Yes," said I; "I see That boy'll make pirates of us all, if we

aren't careful"

"That book, him tellee what do, sposee bad storm," said John proudly

"I know"

I walked over to where Peterson lay, his pipe now lighted by soic all his own We now could see hthouse lamp Peterson's concern, however, was all for

the Belle Helène

"I hate to think of her out there all by herself," said he

"So do I, Peterson I hate also to think of all that ninety-three we