dow with one spool in her arms, and then
she went back for another.

"Now, then," said the Condensed Pirate, when he had thrown the spools
down to the ground, "will you dress yourself and wait here at the
window until I come and call you?"

Corette promised, for she thought he had some good plan in his head,
and he hurried down the vine, took up a spool under each arm, and bent
his way to the church. This building had a high steeple which
overlooked the whole country. He left one of his spools outside, and
then, easily creeping with the other under one of the great doors, he
carried it with infinite pains and labor up into the belfry.

There he tied it on his back, and, getting out of a window, began to
climb up the outside of the steeple.

[Illustration: THE CONDENSED PIRATE CLIMBS UP THE OUTSIDE OF THE
STEEPLE.]

It was not hard for him to do this, for the rough stones gave him
plenty of foot-hold, and he soon stood on the very tip-top of the
steeple. He then took tight hold of one end of the thread on his spool
and let the spool drop. The thread rapidly unrolled, and the spool soon
touched the ground.

Then our friend took from his pocket the pink ball, and passing the end
of the thread through a little hole in the middle of it, he tied it
firmly. Placing the ball in a small depression on the top of the
steeple, he left it there, with the thread hanging from it, and rapidly
descended to the ground. Then he took the other spool and tied the end
of its thread to that which was hanging from the steeple.

He now put down the spool and ran to call Corette. When she heard his
voice she clambered down the vine to him.

"Now, Corette." he said, "run to my house and stand on the beach, near
the water, and wait for me."

Corette ran off as he had asked, and he went back to his spool. He took
it up and walked slowly to his house, carefully unwinding the thread as
he went. The church was not very far from the sea-shore, so he soon
joined Corette. With her assistance he then unwound the rest of the
thread, and made a little coil. He next gave the coil to Corette to
hold, cautioning her to be very careful, and then he ran off to where
some bits of wood were lying, close to the water's edge. Selecting a
little piece of thin board he pushed it into the water, and taking a
small stick in his hand, he jumped on it, and poled it along to where
Corette was standing. The ocean here formed a little bay where the
water was quit