hared his master's fortunes, was forcibly torn from him, when
the English prisoners were separated from the natives.

The day had been unusually hot. The night was close and sultry, and
the arched veranda, outside, further hindered the circulation of the
air. This was still heavy with the fumes of powder, creating an
intolerable thirst. Scarcely were the prisoners driven into their
narrow cell where, even standing wedged closely together, there was
barely room for them, than cries for water were raised.

"Tim, my boy," Charlie said to his companion, "we may say goodbye to
each other now, for I doubt if one will be alive, when the door is
opened in the morning."

On entering Charlie, always keeping Ada Haines by his side, had taken
his place against the wall farthest from the window, which was closed
with iron bars.

"I think, yer honor," Tim said, "that if we could get nearer to the
window, we might breathe a little more easily."

"Ay, Tim; but there will be a fight for life round that window, before
long. You and I might hold our own, if we could get there, though it
would be no easy matter where all are struggling for life; but this
poor little girl would be crushed to death. Besides, I believe that
what chance there is, faint as it may be, is greater for us here than
there. The rush towards the window, which is beginning already, as you
see, will grow greater and greater; and the more men struggle and
strive, the more air they require.

"Let us remain where we are. Strip off your coat and waistcoat, and
breathe as quietly and easily as you can. Every hour the crowd will
thin, and we may yet hold on till morning."

This conversation had been held in a low voice. Charlie then turned to
the girl.

"How are you feeling, Ada?" he asked cheerfully. "It's hot, isn't it!"

"It is dreadful," the girl panted, "and I seem choking from want of
air; and oh, Captain Marryat, I am so thirsty!"

"It is hot, my dear, terribly hot, but we must make the best of it;
and I hope, in a few days, you will join your mamma on board ship.
That will be pleasant, won't it?"

"Where is papa?" the girl wailed.

"I don't know where he is now, my child. At any rate, we must feel
very glad that he's not shut up here, with us. Now take your bonnet
off, and your shawl, and undo the hooks of your dress, and loosen
everything you can. We must be as quiet and cheerful as possible. I'm
afraid, Ada, we have a bad time before us tonight. But t