mploring look to his.

"But I want you to take care of him for his own sake, and be a brother
to him, for he has no brother of his own, and, except Lieutenant Hanson,
who knows him, he will be among strangers."

"Mr Hanson is first lieutenant of the ship, and will be able to take
much better care of him than I can," said Charley, "but I promise you I
will look after him and fight for him if necessary; but he seems a young
fellow who can stand up for himself, though, as he has not been to sea
before, he will be rather green at first."

"Thank you, thank you!" said Mary. "I felt that I must ask you, for you
do not know how we all love him."

"He is a fortunate fellow," observed Charley, smiling, "and I daresay he
will make friends wherever he goes; at all events, I promise that I will
be his friend if he will let me."

"O yes, I am sure he will; I am so glad that I spoke to you."

"All right, little lady, set your mind at rest on that score," said
Charley. "Here comes your brother."

Before Mary could explain that Ned was not her brother, (indeed she so
completely looked upon him as a brother that she often forgot that he
was not so), he entered the room. Mary's heart was greatly relieved at
the thoughts that Ned had already found a friend among his future
messmates.

CHAPTER FIVE.

Two days afterwards found the one-legged lieutenant and his young
companions on their way to Portsmouth. Ned bore the parting manfully,
though he did not the less acutely feel having to wish good-bye to Aunt
Sally, Mary, and Tom Baraka.

"If you go to my country, Massa Ned, an' if you see any ob my people,
tell dem where Tom Baraka is," said the black, as he wrung Ned's hand.
"Dare is one ting I long for--to find my wife and boy, and to tell dem
dat I Christian, an' want dem to be Christian also."

"You have not told me your son's name, so that even should I meet him, I
should not know that he is your son," said Ned.

"Him called Chando," answered Tom. "Him know dat name when you call
him."

"And your wife--what is her name?" asked Ned. "Him--Masika," said Tom
after a few moments' thought--it was so long since he had uttered his
wife's name. "O Massa Ned, you bring dem back, and God bless you."

"Chando--Masika," repeated Ned. "But I am afraid that there is very
little chance of my finding your family, Tom, though I should be truly
thankful to meet with them; I don't know even to what part of the coast
of Africa I