them that it had literally cut into the flesh. His hands were
tied in the same manner, and round his neck was an iron collar, with a
chain about six feet in length which was secured at the end to another
band around the waist of one of the "braves."

As the prisoner stood erect, Carpenter saw that he was a man of
herculean proportions and over six feet three or four inches in height.
His arms and naked chest were cut, bleeding and bruised, and a bamboo
gag was in his mouth; but what at once attracted the captain's attention
and sympathy was the man's face.

So calm, steadfast, and serene were his clear, undaunted eyes; so proud,
lofty, and contemptuous and yet so dignified his bearing, as he glanced
at his guards when they bade him walk, that Carpenter, drawing back a
little, raised his hand in salute.

In an instant the deep, dark eyes lit up, and the tortured, distorted
mouth would have smiled had it not been for the cruel gag. But twice he
bent his head, and his eyes did that which was denied to his lips.

Captain Carpenter was deeply moved. The man's heroic fortitude, his
noble bearing under such physical suffering, the tender, woman-like
resignation in the eyes which could yet smile into his, affected him so
strongly that he could not help asking one of the "braves" the
prisoner's name.

An insolent, threatening gesture was the only answer. But the prisoner
had heard, and bent his head in acknowledgment. When he raised it again
and saw that Carpenter had now taken off his cap, tears trickled down
his cheeks. In another moment he was hurried along the deck into the
cabin, and half a dozen "braves" stood guard at the door to prevent
intrusion, whilst the gag was removed, and the victim of the Viceroy's
vengeance was urged to eat. Whether he did so or not was never known,
for half an hour afterwards he was removed to one of the state-rooms,
where he was closely guarded by Kwang's cutthroats. When he was next
seen by Carpenter and the officers of the steamer the gag was again in
his mouth, but the calm, resolute eyes met theirs as it trying to tell
them that the heroic soul within the tortured body knew no fear, and
felt and appreciated their sympathy.

On the afternoon of the third day after leaving Formosa the steamer
ploughed her way up the muddy waters of the river, and came to an anchor
off the city at a place which was within half a mile of the Viceroy's
residence. The mandarin requested the captain to fire