nd this
sudden meeting with his worst enemy in such awful circumstances seemed
to have produced an access of insanity, so that the pirate felt
uncertain whether he had not been delivered from a horrible fate to fall
into one perhaps not less terrible.

As he lay there on his back, scorched, tormented with thirst and
helpless, he watched with fearful anxiety each motion of the madman.
For some moments Zeppa seemed undecided. He stood with heaving chest
expanding nostrils, and flashing eyes, gazing after the flying crew of
natives. Then he turned sharply on the unhappy man who lay at his feet.

"Get up!" he said fiercely, "and follow me."

"I cannot get up, Zeppa," replied the pirate in a faint voice. "Don't
you see my feet are burnt? God help me!"

He ended with a deep groan, and the ferocity at once left Zeppa's
countenance, but the wild light did not leave his eyes, nor did he
become less excited in his actions.

"Come, I will carry you," he said.

Stooping down quickly, he raised the pirate in his arms as if he had
been a child, and bore him away.

Avoiding the swamp, he proceeded in the direction of the mountain by
another route--a route which ran so near to Ongoloo's village, that the
Raturans never ventured to use it.

He passed the village without having been observed, and began to toil
slowly up the steep ascent panting as he went, for his mighty strength
had been overtaxed, and his helpless burden was heavy.

"Lay me down and rest yourself," said Rosco, with a groan that he could
not suppress, for his scorched lower limbs caused him unutterable
anguish, and beads of perspiration stood upon his brow, while a deadly
pallor overspread his face.

Zeppa spoke no word in reply. He did, indeed, look at the speaker once,
uneasily, but took no notice of his request. Thus, clasping his enemy
to his breast he ascended the steep hill, struggling and stumbling
upwards, as if with some fixed and stern purpose in view, until at last
he gained the shelter of his mountain cave.

CHAPTER TEN.

We change the scene once more, and transport our readers over the ocean
waves to a noble ship which is breasting those waves right gallantly.
It is H.M.S. "Furious."

In a retired part of the ship's cabin there are two savage nobles who do
not take things quite as gallantly as the ship herself. These are our
friends Tomeo and Buttchee of Ratinga. Each is seated on the cabin
floor with his back against the bulkhe