authoritative voice, he proposed a plan that was unanimously adopted.

A minute later another white man, whom to his amazement the paymaster
recognized as his long lost "Tummas," was dragged and pushed through
the throng. In his hands he bore several pots of paint and a number of
rude brushes. Now he was ordered to begin work at once on his former
master and decorate him in the highest style of savage art.

"Oh Lawk, Muster Bullen! To think we should never ha come to this,"
gasped the trembling man as he prepared to obey this mandate. "Hi opes
has you won't lay it hup against me, sir, if Hi do as Hi'm bid: for if
Hi don't jump spry the creeters will kill me, 'deed they will, sir."

"Tummas," answered the little man, severely, "since you seem to have
accepted service with these heathen savages, it becomes you to do their
bidding without hesitation; but I never expected to see a respectable
English valet sink so low, I certainly never did."

"Oh Lawk, Muster Bullen! Hi opes, sir, as you don't think Hi've done
such a think of my hown free will. No, sir. Hindeed Hi 'aven't: but
Hi'm compelled, sir. Hi 'as to paint 'em and likewise shave their
'eads and look after their nasty 'air. Yes, sir, and many a think
besides that you wouldn't believe. But some day Hi'll pizen 'em, sir,
or spiflicate 'em in their sleep, the hopportunity for which is the
honly pleasure in life Hi 'as to look forward to, sir."

As "Tummas" uttered these fierce words he drew several vicious streaks
of red across the paymaster's body, for he was already hard at work at
his unwelcome task.

So by the liberal application of pigments and feathers, poor Bullen was
once more got up in savage guise. Then he was bound hand and foot so
that he could not move, gagged so that he could utter no sound, placed
in his once beloved, but now hated tub, borne to the water's edge, and
set afloat on the swift current, followed by derisive yells from his
enemies.

That same afternoon Major Gladwyn, who was standing on one of the water
bastions of Fort Detroit, in company with a lady, descried a suspicious
object floating down the river and called for a spy-glass. Gazing
intently through it, he exclaimed: "Pon my soul, madam, I believe we
are here just in time to interrupt another attempt of those villanous
redskins to destroy my schooners. They have already tried fire-rafts
and other infernal devices without number, but always at night. Now,
if I'm not m