sat up and looked about him, he muttered--

"What's all this?"

"A very serious case, Harry," said Jack, gravely.

"Very."

"A case for the doctor."

"What do you mean?"

"These habits of drinking grow upon one," said Harry Girdwood, sadly.

"I don't understand," faltered the orphan.

"Shall we help you to bed, sir?" asked one of the sailors
compassionately.

"Never!" cried Mr. Figgins, with majesty.

"Oh, yes, do," said Harry.

But nerved to desperation, the orphan tore himself away from them, and
darted to the door.

"I shall go and report upon these outrageous doings to the captain of
the ship," he said, drawing himself up.

"Here's the captain himself," said a good-natured voice behind him.
"And now, what can he do for you, Mr. Figgins?"

The orphan turned.

There was the captain.

"Mr. Figgins," said the captain, with a serious air, and shaking his
forefinger at him, "you have been indulging very early in the day."

"What?"

He could endure no more.

With a cry of disgust, he dashed past the captain, and scrambled up the
stairs on deck.

Once there, he shot like a race horse along the deck, and gaining his
own berth, he locked himself in.

But even here he could not shut out the ringing laughter of the
incorrigible practical jokers.

Mr. Figgins, as you may guess, was seen no more that day.

* * * *

Upon the day following the events just related, Jack received letters
from home.

And among them was one which created no little excitement amongst the
nearest friends of Jack Harkaway.

"Do you think it probable that he'll come?"

"I shouldn't wonder," said Harry Girdwood.

"I should like to see his dear old face again," said Jack.

"I'll bet a penny that we shall see him here yet; if not here, at least
at our next stage," said Harry.

"It would be a rare treat to talk with someone who had seen our dear
folks at home."

"It would indeed. I hope he will come."

And who did they hope would come?

Can you not guess reader? No.

Then read on, and you will learn who it was and what were the reasons
which were to bring a friend from home roaming to this distant shore to
meet Jack and his friends.

CHAPTER LXIV.

THE SAPIENT DOCTOR MUGGINS CAME IN HASTE--IMPEDIMENTS IN THE WAY OF
THE PRESCRIPTION--DWELLS ON ARTIFICIAL LIMBS--OLD-REMINISCENCES--THE
TORMENTOR.

Reader, we will return for a little time to our old friend, M