y, "go on and tell us what
happened next."

"The English gentleman spoke to me and said that the terrible negroes
had conquered them all on deck, but that he and the two Frenchmen had
escaped from them in time, and were going to barricade the doorway
leading down from above to prevent the black men from coming below and
murdering us all.

"He told me, though, did the kind English gentleman, that I must not be
frightened and all would come right in the end, for that they had seen a
very large steamer approaching, coming quite close to us, and that they
would be able, he thought, to hold out until we were all rescued. They
then piled up heaps and heaps of things against the door at the foot of
the stairs where the sailors remained; then the Englishman stood on the
table, under the skylight, to keep the negroes from getting through
there. It was the Englishman who fired at them through the glass, for
he was the only one who had a pistol, and he made a hole and then
through that we heard all the shrieks and the noise of the pistols; and
your voice, my father, Ivan heard, and then he jumped up through the
hole, making a much bigger one, and ran to your rescue, my dear, dear
father."

"But what has become of Monsieur Boisson, and Madame all this time;
where were they?" asked the colonel, on Elsie thus concluding the
account of what had occurred under her immediate notice, a little sob
escaping her involuntarily at the mention of her poor dog's name, and at
the recollection of what she had just witnessed. "Did they do anything,
my dear child to help themselves, or you?"

"No, my father," she replied, apparently surprised at the question.
"They are still in the big cabin at the end of the saloon where you left
them when you went away, and, I'm afraid they are very ill indeed, for
all the time the firing was going on overhead Madame was screeching and
screaming, and I am sure I heard Monsieur groaning a good deal. He was
doing so again just now, before I found my way upstairs to you, to find
you, and to see what had happened, everything had become so suddenly
still after all the noise, and--and--those--awful horrible yells of the
negroes--oh! I--I--can hear them still!"

She turned quite pale when uttering the last words, words spoken with
visible effort, shuddering all over and hiding her face again on her
father's shoulder.

"Faith, sor, don't ask her any more questions," cried Garry, "but we'd
betther be sayin' a