ha, irritated at his disappointment, and little soothed by
the remark of Mustapha, without making any answer to it, was about to
retire to his harem, when Mustapha, with a low salaam, informed him that
the renegade was in attendance to relate his Second Voyage, if he might
be permitted to kiss the dust of his presence. "Khoda shefa midehed--God
gives relief," replied the pacha, as he resumed his seat: "let him
approach."

The renegade entered and, having paid the customary obeisance, took his
seat, and commenced the narrative of his Second Voyage.

May it please your most sublime highness, the day after I embarked, we
sailed with a fair wind, and having cleared the Straits, flattered
ourselves with the prospect of a successful voyage; but we were
miserably disappointed, for three days afterwards we fell in with a
small brig under English colours. As she was evidently a merchant
vessel, we paid no attention to her running down to us, supposing that
she was out of her reckoning, and wished to know her exact position on
the chart. But as soon as she was close to us, instead of passing under
our stern, as we expected, she rounded-to, and laid us by the board.
Taken by surprise, and having no arms, we were beaten down below, and in
a few minutes the vessel remained in the possession of our assailants.
They held a short consultation, and then, opening the hatches, a
boatswain pulled out his whistle, and in a tremendous voice roared out,
"_All hands ahoy_!" which was followed by his crying out, "_Tumble up
there, tumble up_!" As we understood this to be a signal for our
appearance on deck, we obeyed the summons. When we all came up, we found
out that if we had had any idea that they were enemies, we might have
beaten them off, as they were only fifteen in number, while we mustered
sixteen. But it was too late: we were unarmed, and they had each of them
a cutlass, with two pistols stuck in their girdles. As soon as we were
all on deck, they bound our arms behind us with ropes, and ranged us in
a line. Having inquired of each of us our respective ranks and
professions, they held a short consultation, and the boatswain
addressing me said--"Thank heaven, you scoundrel, that you were brought
up as a barber, for it has saved your life!"

He then cut loose the cords which bound me, and I remained at liberty.
"Now then, my lads!" continued the boatswain, "_come, every man his
bird_!" and, so saying, he seized upon the captain of the