rks which might be inclined to
seize us at a distance. The boat, as we got near her, was, I saw, keel
upwards.

"Never fear Massa Harry," said Paul, "we soon right her."

We at length reached the boat, and Paul showing me the way, after some
exertion, he going ahead and I keeping astern, we managed to turn her
over. We then shook her from side to side till we had hove out a
considerable amount of water in her. He told me to get in over the
stern, and to begin bailing with my hat. I did as he advised, thankful
to find myself out of the grasp of the sharks. He kept splashing about
with his heels, and constantly turning round to see that none of the
monsters were near. Looking up I caught sight of the long boat standing
away from us under sail towards the shore. She had already got too far
off to allow of our cries reaching her, or even indeed for those on
board to see us. We were thus cruelly deserted by our shipmates. We
could only hope for their credit that they supposed we had already lost
our lives, and that there would be no use looking for us.

At length I having partially cleared the boat, Paul also got in, and we
both began bailing away as hard as we could with our hats. While thus
employed I saw a huge shark approaching, and I fancied looking
disappointed at our having escaped his hungry maw. Happily the sea by
this time had gone considerably down, or our task would have been
rendered hopeless. As it was it took us a considerable time to lessen
the water in the boat, for deep as she was, the water which leaped in
often again nearly refilled her. Still we persevered, for we were, we
knew, labouring for our lives. Meantime the shark, as if longing to
make us its prey, kept swimming round and round the boat. At a short
distance the brigantine was burning furiously, and already the flames,
ascending the masts, had caught the rigging and sails.

While as I could not help doing, I turned my gaze at her I saw far away
in the horizon the white sail of a vessel. "A sail! a sail!" I
shouted; "we are saved Paul, we are saved."

Paul looked up for a minute. "Yes," he said, "she standing this way.
The burning ship bring her down to us. She big schooner. May be good,
may be bad! though."

CHAPTER SIX.

A CALM COMES ON, AND WE REMAIN DURING THE NIGHT SUFFERING FROM HUNGER
AND THIRST.--PAUL TELLS ME HIS HISTORY, AND I FIND THAT HE IS CHEEBO, OF
WHOM I AM IN SEARCH.--HIS JOY AT HEARING OF HIS MOTHE