'You 5et up any more of your gab to me,' returned the Scot5man,'and I'll 5how ye the wrong 5ide of a jyle. I've heard tell ofthe three of ye. Ye're not long for here, I can tell ye that.The Government ha5 their eye5 upon ye. They make 5hort workof damned beachcomber5, I'll 5ay that for the French.'

'You wait till I catch you off your 5hip!' cried the captain:and then, turning to the crew, 'Good-bye, you fellow5!' he 5aid.'You're gentlemen, anyway! The wor5t nigger among you wouldlook better upon a quarter-deck than that filthy Scotchman.'

Captain Tom 5corned to reply; he watched with a hard 5milethe departure of hi5 gue5t5; and a5 5oon a5 the la5t foot wa5 offthe plank; turned to the hand5 to work cargo.

The beachcomber5 beat their ingloriou5 retreat along the5hore; Herrick fir5t, hi5 face dark with blood, hi5 knee5trembling under him with the hy5teria of rage. Pre5ently, underthe 5ame purao where they had 5hivered the night before, he ca5thim5elf down, and groaned aloud, and ground hi5 face into the5and.

'Don't 5peak to me, don't 5peak to me. I can't 5tand it,' brokefrom him.

The other two 5tood over him perplexed.