tly, as the other paused.

Zeppa had delayed a moment in order to think for his disordered mind had
been turned into a much-loved channel, that of preaching the Gospel to
inquiring sinners. For many years he had been training himself in the
knowledge of the Scriptures, and, being possessed of a good memory, he
had got large portions of it by heart. Gathering together the embers of
the scattered fire, he sat down again, and, gazing thoughtfully at the
flickering flames, began to point out the way of salvation to the
pirate.

Sleep--irresistible sleep--gradually overcame the latter; still the
former went on repeating long passages of God's word. At last he put a
question, and, not receiving an answer, looked earnestly into the face
of his enemy.

"Ah! poor man. He sleeps. God cannot wish me to slay him until I have
made him understand the gospel. I will delay--till to-morrow."

Before the morrow came Zeppa had wandered forth among the cliffs and
gorges of his wild home, with the ever-increasing fires of fever raging
in his veins.

Sometimes his madness took the form of wildest fury, and, grasping some
bush or sapling that might chance to be near, he would struggle with it
as with a fiend until utter exhaustion caused him to fall prostrate on
the ground, where he would lie until partial rest and internal fire gave
him strength again to rise. At other times he would run up and down the
bills like a greyhound, bounding from rock to rock, and across chasms
where one false step would have sent him headlong to destruction.

Frequently he ran down to the beach and plunged into the sea, where he
would swim about aimlessly until exhaustion sent him to the shore, where
he would fall down, as at other times, and rest--if such repose could be
so styled.

Thus he continued fighting for his life for several days.

During that time Richard Rosco lay in the cave almost starving.

At first he had found several cocoa-nuts, the hard shells of which had
been broken by Zeppa, and appeased his hunger with these, but when they
were consumed, he sought about the cave for food in vain. Fortunately
he found a large earthenware pot--evidently a home-made one--nearly full
of water, so that he was spared the agony of thirst as well as hunger.

When he had scraped the shells of the cocoa-nuts perfectly clean, the
pirate tried to crawl forth on hands and knees, to search for food, his
feet being in such a state that it was not possib