his gratitude by every possible means. On the morning of the day
on which the ship sailed he came on board, attended by thirty canoes,
every one of which was laden deep down with pearl shell. It was passed
up on deck, and stacked in a heap, and then Baringa asked for the
captain and the white boy who had saved his son. Beside him stood
Lokolol, his arm in a sling, and tears running down his cheeks, for he
knew he would see Maurice no more.

Then Captain Williams came on deck and showed the chief the little cabin
boy, lying in a hammock under the poop awning. The burly savage came
over to him, and taking Maurice's hand in his, placed it tenderly
upon his huge, hairy bosom in token of gratitude. Then he spoke to the
captain through Tommy Sandwich.

'Tell this good captain that I, Baringa, am for ever the white man's
friend. And tell him, too, that all this pearl shell here is my gift to
him and the boy who helped my son to escape from captivity. Half is for
the good captain; half is for the brave white boy.'

Then, after remaining on board till the ship was many miles away from
the land, the chief and his son bade the wounded boy farewell and went
back to the shore.

Maurice soon recovered, and when the _Boadicea_ arrived at Hong Kong,
and Captain Williams had sold the pearl shell, he said to his cabin
boy,--

'Maurice, my lad, I've sold the pearl shell, and what do you think I've
been paid for it? Well, just eight thousand dollars--L1600 in English
money. You're quite a rich boy now, Maurice. It's not every lad that
gets four thousand dollars for saving a nigger's life.'

Maurice's bright blue eyes filled with honest tears. 'Shure, sor, he
was a naygur, thrue enough. But thin, yere honour, he had a foine bould
heart to do what he did for Maurice Kinane.'

And, as I have said, this is a true story, and old Maurice Kinane, who
is alive now, himself told it to me.

THE 'KILLERS' OF TWOFOLD BAY

Enbosomed in the verdure-clad hills of the southern coast of sunny New
South Wales lies a fisherman's paradise, named Twofold Bay. Its fame
is but local, or known only to outsiders who may have spent a day there
when travelling from Sydney to Tasmania in the fine steamers of the
Union Company, which occasionally put in there to ship cattle from the
little township of Eden, which is situated upon the northern shore
of its deep and placid waters. But the chief point of interest about
Twofold Bay is that it is the rend