r Seagrave supported his wife, Ready went to Tommy, and
wiping the blood off his face with the palm of his hand, perceived that
there was no wound or serious mischief, and cried out to Mr Seagrave,
"He's not hurt, sir; it's only his nose bleeding."

"Musket knocked me down," cried Tommy, sobbing as the blood ran out of
his mouth.

"Serve you right, Tommy; you'll take care not to touch the musket
again."

"I won't touch it again," cried Tommy, blubbering.

Juno now came up with some water to wash his face; Mrs Seagrave had
recovered, and gone back into the tent, on Mr Seagrave telling her that
it was only Tommy's nose which was bleeding.

In about half-an-hour Tommy had ceased crying, and his nose had left off
bleeding; his face was washed, and then it was discovered that he had
lost two front teeth, and that his cheek and lips were very much
bruised. He was undressed, and put to bed, and was soon fast asleep.

"I should not have left the muskets," said Ready to William; "it was my
fault; but I thought Tommy had been told so often not to touch
fire-arms, that he would not dare to do so."

"He pointed it at me, and tried to shoot me," said Caroline, "but I ran
away."

"Merciful heavens! what an escape!" cried Mrs Seagrave.

"He has been well punished this time, madam, and I'll venture to say he
will not touch a musket again in a hurry."

"Yes; but he must be punished more," said Mr Seagrave. "He must
remember it."

"Well, sir, if he is to be punished more, I think you cannot punish him
better than by not allowing him to have any of the pig when it is
cooked."

"I think so too, Ready; and therefore that is a settled thing--no pig
for Tommy."

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO.

The next morning Tommy's face presented a very woeful appearance. His
cheek and lips were swelled and black, and the loss of his two front
teeth made him look much worse.

Tommy looked very glum when he came to breakfast. There was the pig's
fry for breakfast, and the smell of it had been very inviting to Tommy;
but when his father scolded him, and told him that he was not to have
one bit of the pig, he began to cry and roar so loud, that he was sent
away from the tents till he had left off.

After breakfast, Ready proposed that he and William should take the
boat, and begin their labour of carrying the articles round from the
cove to the bay where the house was, pointing out that there was not a
day to be lost. Juno had, at his reque