them. I don't suppose you got much of an advance, did you now?
And how much have you left?"

Barry laughed, and then told the old mate his story in detail, and
confessed to having but three shillings left.

"Mr. Barry, you're a gentleman. I hope the girl is one of the
right----"

"She is one----" began Barry.

"There, that'll do, my boy. I'm sure she is; a girl who sticks to her
father in that way will make the two ends and bight of a good wife.
Now, look here. I've a hundred or two in the Bank of Australasia here,
and if you want a tenner--aye, or two--you can have it straight away;
the landlord will cash a cheque for me."

Barry gripped the old sailor's hand.

"You're a 'white man' as they say here in Australia, a white man to the
backbone! And I thank you sincerely, very sincerely, but I don't want
it. But I'd like you to know Miss Maynard. Here is the address, I'm
writing to her to-night, as soon as I get aboard, and I'll let her know
you are coming. I had no time to tell her a heap of things--all about
our being cast away on the Paumotus, and all the rest of it. Now I
must be off--it's past eleven, and I have promised to be on board at
twelve. We sail at daylight." Then he gave his friend some
particulars about the brig.

Watson shook the young man's hand warmly, and they parted.

Half an hour later Barry was standing on the wharf hailing the brig. A
boat at once pushed off from her side and pulled in. The wind by this
time had already decreased in violence, but it was still blowing
strongly, though the sky was fairly clear, and a few stars were showing.

Jumping into the boat, which was manned by four native sailors, and
steered by a thick-set, powerful white man, who was wrapped up in a
heavy coat, and who bade Barry a gruff "good evening," she was quickly
slewed round, and in a few minutes was alongside again. No lights were
visible on deck, but Captain Rawlings was standing in the waist smoking
a cigar.

"Ha, here you are, Mr. Barry," he said pleasantly, shaking hands with
his new officer; "come below with me, please. Mr. Barradas, hoist in
the boat as quickly as possible. Mr. Barry, this is Mr. Barradas, my
second mate."

Following the captain, Barry entered the cabin, which was large and
well lighted. A native steward was in attendance; at a sign from
Rawlings he brought decanters of spirits and two glasses, and placed
them on the table.

"Take a drink, Mr. Barry. Let us drin