d hope at the prospect before me
that it is hard work to restrain myself from shouting and jumping
overboard."

"What is your idea in jumping overboard?" asked Sanders, with a laugh,
in which Inez Hawthorne joined.

"Merely to give expression to my exuberance of joy; after I should
cool off, I would be cooler, of course."

Captain Bergen, to the grief of his friends, showed no signs of
mental improvement, though his hallucination took a different form.
Instead of being talkative, like he was the day before, he became
reserved, saying nothing to any one, not even to answer a simple
question when it was put to him. He ensconced himself at the stern in
such a position that he was out of the way of the man with the
steering oar, where he curled up like one who wished neither to be
seen nor heard.

"Humor his fancies," said Sanders, "for it will only aggravate him to
notice them. It was the same with Redvignez and Brazzier that I was
speaking about last night."

"Redvignez and Brazzier?" repeated Inez; "where did you ever see
them?"

"I sailed a voyage with them once from Liverpool, and I was telling
Mr. Storms last night that I saw them both so frightened without cause
that their minds were upset for a while. And may I ask whether you
know them?" asked the young man, with a flush of surprise, addressing
the girl.

"Why, they and a negro, Pomp, were the three mutineers who were the
means of our staying on the island. They tried to kill the captain and
mate, but----"

"She saved us," broke in Storms, who thereupon gave the narrative told
long ago to the reader, omitting the attempt that was made upon his
own life by cutting the hose-pipes which let the air down to him,
inasmuch as that would have caused the telling of the pearl fishing
also.

Fred Sanders listened with great interest, for he had known the men
well, and it may as well be stated that the danger to which the
scoundrels were exposed, as referred to by him, was that of being
executed for mutiny; and, as it was, the part of Sanders himself was
such that he would have been strung up at the yard-arm in short order
had it not been his extreme youth, which pleaded in his favor.

Since Storms and his companions had revealed some things that might
have been better concealed, so Fred Sanders himself felt he had hinted
at a little story which was likely to injure his standing in the eyes
of those toward whom he was playing the part of the good Samaritan.