re about the latitude of Cape
Correnti, and then?"

"It is almost impossible for me to remember," replied the missionary;
"but to the best of my recollection it was east north-east."

The old captain bent over the chart, once more using the pencil and
ruler.

"That would bring you within a short distance of Saint Augustine's Bay,
as it is marked in this chart," said he, looking upwards at Wyzinski.

"That's it! That's the name we gave it, because the vessel was called
the `Saint Augustine!'" exclaimed the missionary.

"Can you give me any particulars about the entrance to the harbour?"

"None: we ran straight in and straight out. There are two clumps of
trees to the right on the spit of land which sweeps into the sea,
forming a natural breakwater."

"To starboard or port?" asked Weber.

"On the right as we ran in, and the vessel passed so close to the bluff
on which they stood that I could have thrown a piece of money on shore."

"What tonnage was the `Saint Augustine'? Hitherto you have called her
only a vessel."

"She was a schooner of about one hundred and fifty tons," answered
Wyzinski; "and that is all I can tell you about the matter, which is a
very melancholy one for me, as I lost a dear friend."

"Killed by the natives, I suppose? Ay, ay, they are a bad lot; but I
have a couple of guns on board, and I don't fear them. If the harbour
is what you represent it, we should lie there on an even keel, and in
forty-eight hours I could rig out a jury fore-topmast."

The captain rose, and turned to Isabel before he placed on his head the
heavy sou'-wester. "We will have you in smooth water before this time
to-morrow, my little lady," he said, as he turned.

Isabel smiled, and looked to the missionary for an explanation.

Drawing a stool to the side of the sofa, for standing was no easy
matter, so violently did the brig pitch, he explained to her exactly
what had passed.

"Oh dear, how glad I shall be!" she answered. "The noise and confusion
wear one out. I have often wished to witness a severe storm at sea, but
I shall never wish it again."

"I have been in many, but only one when the wind was more violent than
this. Fourteen vessels, large and small, were sunk in Table Bay on that
occasion."

"Did I understand you rightly that you have landed on the Madagascar
coast?"

"Yes," replied Wyzinski; "but it is a sad tale of cruelty and death."

"Would it pain you to tell it me?" asked Isabel, i