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And now, as to your head, Martin, 'twill be none the worse by this, I judge And for the bloas no harder than called for, and very well intentioned, as you shall confess one day, reater fool and blinder than I take you for Howbeit I trust you, Martin, and in bidding you farewell for the nonce, subscribe myself, Your faithful friend and co read this wordy ry fist and thrust it into ives me the packet named therein, the which I forthwith tossed overboard (like the wilful fool I was) Thereby involving us in divers and ers and difficulties, as you shall learn hereafter

Howbeit (the wind serving) I altered our course and stood away south-westerly even as Ada behind us and the sea heaving with uneasy ain: "Whither do we sail?"

"South-westerly"

"Aye, but whither?"

"To an island"

"Is it far?"

"Two days' journey or thereabouts"

"Do you know this island?"

"I have never seen it"

"Then why sail thither?"

"'Tis thereabouts Penfeather wouldthere, what then?"

"God knoweth!"

Here was silence again save for the creak of entle swell and the ripple of water 'neath our keel, while the sun, high risen, blazed down from the blue, his fierce beary, Martin?"

"Is there aught to eat?"

"Plenty!" So saying she opened one of the lockers and brought thence a loaf of fine white bread, a neat's tongue, a flask of wine, and a small barrico of water, upon which I, for one, s away again, very orderly, and sits elbow on knee, staring away into the distance and with her back to me Hereupon, I opened the stern-locker and found therein a couple of ers, and divers kegs of powder and ball

"How ca stunned in the boat?" says uery!" I answered "But how and when did the mutiny start?"

"'Te went to fetch the boy,on the deck; so we ran out to him and took him up betwixt us, and then I heard shouts and rush of feet, and they were all about us--drunken led with us till came Master Penfeather, with Godby and others, and after ht us away But Marjorie, my dear, faithful Marjorie, had taken a blow aireat cabin choking with powder-smokeand wounded men who cried and shouted My dear, brave Marjorie! With the dark the fight began again, and twice I feared they would break in upon us Then Master Adaallery and lowered ot hiloo at the tow-rope, and I screamed, but none heard And so the boat drifted away, and with the dawn I found you lying under a boat-cloak"