we held old stories were done away and forgotten. So I had got a pretty trade or foot within the last two trips; but that stupid houndsfoot schelm, Brown, has knocked it on the head again, I suppose, with getting himself shot by the colonel-man."

"Why were not you with them?"

"Why, you see, sapperment! I fear nothing—but it was too far within land, and I might have been scented."

"True. But to return to this youngster"———

"Aye, aye, donner and blitzen! he's your affair."

"–How do you really know that he is in this country?"

"Why, Gabriel saw him up among the hills."

"Gabriel? who is he?"

"A fellow from the gypsies, that, about eighteen years since, was pressed on board that d—d fellow Pritchard's sloop of war–It was he came off and gave us warning that the Shark was coming round upon us the day Kennedy was done; and he told