of Smallbones he knew not, but he had heard
him crying out in the hands of the robbers.

The corporal, who had felt certain that the pistol had been intended for
Smallbones, hardly knew what to make of the matter; the wound of Mr
Vanslyperken was severe, and it was hardly to be supposed that it had
been self-inflicted. The corporal therefore held his tongue, heard all
that Mr Vanslyperken had to say, and was very considerably puzzled.

"It was a fortunate thing that I thought of taking a pistol with me,
corporal; I might have been murdered outright."

"Yes, mynheer," replied the corporal; and binding the handkerchief round
Vanslyperken's head, he then assisted him into bed. "Mein Gott! I make
no head or tail of do business," said the corporal; as he walked forward
"but I must know do truth soon; I not go to bed for two or three hours,
and den I hear others."

It is needless to say that Mr Vanslyperken passed a restless night, not
only from the pain of his wound, but from the torments of conscience;
for it is but by degrees that the greatest villain can drive away its
stings, and then it is but for a short time, and when it does force
itself back upon him, it is with redoubled power. His occasional
slumbers were broken by fitful starts, in which he again and again heard
the yell of the poor lad, and saw the corpse rolling at his feet. It
was about an hour before daylight that Mr Vanslyperken again woke, and
found that the light had burnt out. He could not remain in the dark, it
was too dreadful; he raised himself, and pulled the bell over his head.
Some one entered. "Bring a light immediately," cried Vanslyperken.

In a minute or two the gleams of a light were seen burning at a distance
by the lieutenant. He watched its progress aft, and its entrance, and
he felt relieved; but he had now a devouring thirst upon him, and his
lips were glued together, and he turned over on his bed to ask the
corporal, whom he supposed it was, for water. He fixed his eyes upon
the party with the candle, and by the feeble light of the dip, he beheld
the pale, haggard face of Smallbones, who stared at him, but uttered not
a word.

"Mercy, O God! mercy!" exclaimed Vanslyperken, falling back, and
covering his face with the bedclothes.

Smallbones did not reply; he blew out the candle, and quitted the cabin.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.

IN WHICH MR. VANSLYPERKEN IS TAUGHT A SECRET.

We are anxious to proceed with our narrative