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night, that me an’ my mates joined in the scheme only
after the understanding that there would be no killin’
done. We would have left the brig in bad condition, if
our plans had worked, but God knows murder wasn’t a
part of them.”

“T believe you, and so does the captain, I think. You
can yet be of a great deal of assistance during this voy-
age, therefore do your best to repay Captain Thompson
for his kindly treatment of you since the brig has been
retaken,’ Miss Dunham said, as she scrambled, not un-
gracefully, up the forecastle ladder, and left the repentant
mutineer calling down blessings upon her head.

It was necessary Ben should be summoned shortly be-
fore noon, in order to take an observation, and when eight
bells was made the brig was found to be in latitude 5° 27’
south, longitude 18° 39’ west.

Just at the hour of noon Bob sighted a sail far down on
the horizon to the northward, evidently steering directly
toward them, and Ben himself went aloft with the glass to
scan the on-coming craft.

“She is a full-rigged ship, standing as close to the wind
as possible. We’ll make our course a little more north-
erly, in order to speak her,’ he said to Miss Dunham,
when he was on the quarter-deck once more. “ Now to
overhaul the signal-flags,” and, forced to wait upon him-
self, owing to the shortness of the crew, Ben ran below
for the tiny bits of colour with which mariners can com-
municate their condition and desires.

“ How long will it be before you have the chance to use