en didn't say a word; he only looked at him; but if looks could
kill, his would then!

"`You dog!' said Black Harry again, after a stop to see if the captain
would speak. `I've got three slugs in my stomach, and you've swore
three times at me to-day like a dog--that makes six in all; I intend to
send six shots through your vile carcass without killing you if I can
help it. You knocked me down on the deck with the butt-end of your
pistol, and ordered my body to be taken below by the hands, or else you
said you'd throw it overboard. For that outrage I'll take my last
revenge, after riddling you like a sieve, by smashing in your skull, and
pitching your vile carcass to the sharks--Dog!'

"With that the ruffian fired his first shot with the revolver at his
powerless victim. The captain winced slightly, and I saw the bullet had
carried off part of one of his ears.

"`Ha!' said Black Harry, `nervous, are you? Here's another fillip for
you.'

"But at the same moment the storm, which I had seen brewing up to
windward, burst over the ship; and a tremendous wave seemed to flatten
me down on the deck, the ring-bolt to which I was lashed preventing me
from slipping away. When the rush of water had subsided, and I was able
to hold up my head once more, my wounded eye smarting worse than ever, I
saw that the mizzen and main masts with part of the foremast had been
washed clean away with the shrouds, running-gear, and all their hamper,
and, of course, the body of the poor captain, Black Harry, and all his
companions in crime had been carried off too in the general wreck.

"How long I remained lashed to the deck of the crippled vessel with the
waves dashing over me, the sport of the sea and the mark of the weather,
I know not. The first thing I recollect after what appeared to be an
eternity of torture, was that I found myself on board the _Saracen_, a
screw steamer bound from New York to Southampton, which had sighted the
_Gulnare_ tossing at the mercy of the wind and waves, and sent a boat to
see whether there was anybody alive on board. I was on board, alive
though senseless for a time, and brought to after much kindly
solicitude; so, too, was little Peter, the cabin-boy, whom the mutineers
had tied up in his bunk in the forecastle, and who was also alive,
though nearly starved to death. Besides our two selves, there was no
other living thing; but the bodies of Gripper, the second officer,
Painter, the boatswain, and t