two. Bad luck to the baist
that did it!"

This latter remark brought the scene of the tiger-hunt suddenly to
Will's remembrance, and he whispered, for he had not strength to speak
aloud--

"Was he killed? Who saved me?"

"Kilt!" cried Larry, forgetting his caution in his excitement; "faix he
was, an' Bunco did it, too--blissin's on his dirty face--putt the ball
betune his two eyes an' took the laist bit of skin off yer own nose, but
the blood was spoutin' from ye like wather, an' if it hadn't bin that
the cliver feller knowed all about tyin' up an'--there, honey, I wint
an' forgot--don't mind me--och! sure, he's off again!"

This was true. Our hero had lost almost the last drop of blood that he
could spare with the slightest chance of recovery, and the mere exertion
of listening was too much for him.

For many weeks he lay in the hut of that hospitable Englishman, slowly
but gradually returning from the brink of the grave, and during this
period he found his host to be a friend in need, not only to his torn
and weak body, but also to his soul.

Day after day Gordon sat beside his couch with unwearied kindness,
chatting to him about the "old country," telling him anecdotes of his
former life, and gradually leading him to raise his thoughts from the
consideration of time to eternity.

Will Osten, like every unconverted man, rebelled at this at first; but
Gordon was not a man to be easily repulsed. He did not _force_
religious thoughts on Will, but his own thoughts were so saturated, if
we may say so, with religion, that he could not avoid the subject, and
his spirit and manner were so winning that our hero was at last pleased
to listen. Will's recovery was slow and tedious. Before he was able to
leave Gordon's cottage his "independent" spirit was subdued by the
Spirit of God, and he was enabled to exchange slavery to Self, for
freedom in the service of Jesus Christ. For many a day after that did
Will Osten lie helpless on his couch, perusing with deep interest the
Testament given to him by his mother when he left home.

During this period his companions did not forsake him, but spent their
time in hunting and conveying the proceeds to Tacames, where they
disposed of them profitably. On one of these occasions they found that
an English ship had touched at the port in passing, and, among other
things, Larry brought a number of old newspapers to the invalid. Among
the first that he opened Will read the ann