as his brother, and sometimes as "Voules."

"You are a better fellow than I took you for," he murmured. "Poor old
Toady! I thought you would have left me to shift for myself; but we
have gone through strange scenes. Didn't you die, and didn't I bury
you? but I'm glad you've come to life again, and I won't have you
laughed at behind your back."

Thus he rambled on, but soon again relapsed into unconsciousness. Dick
had to stop several times to rest himself, but as he was anxious to get
the sufferer within the shelter of his hut, he went on again the moment
he felt able to proceed. Great was his relief when at length he placed
the young lord in his cot. He was aware that he must not venture to
give him meat; indeed, the poor young man could not have swallowed it
had he made the attempt, but he at once mixed him some of the juice of
the fruit with water.

Lord Reginald had swooned from weakness, and from being carried along so
far in the open air. For many hours he lay in a state of stupor. Dick
sat by his side, continually moistening his lips with the juice of the
fruit and water, and bathing the sufferer's hands and temples, while he
anxiously watched for returning life. All night long he sat up, fanning
his brow with the feathers of some of the birds he had killed, and
keeping away the stinging insects which flew into the hut.

The next morning Lord Reginald opened his eyes and exclaimed in a dreamy
tone, "Where am I? What has happened?"

"You are well cared for, my lord," answered Dick; "but don't talk;
you'll get round the sooner if you keep quiet."

Lord Reginald's answer showed that he was still in a state of delirium.
"Thanks, Julia; thanks, mother; you have nursed me very tenderly. I'll
do as you wish, only don't let that young ruffian Hargrave come near me.
He has been the bane of my life. I wish that we had got him out of the
_Wolf_ before we sailed from home, or that a chance shot had taken his
head off. You don't know what I went through when I was wrecked on that
horrible island. He came and taunted me, and would have left me to die
in a wretched cave by myself, while he was living luxuriously on birds,
deer, and pigs that he killed."

Having thus rambled on for some time, Lord Reginald began to blame
himself, and to confess that he had allowed Dick to be unjustly treated,
and had instigated Toady Voules and others to behave ill to him.

These latter expressions greatly relieved Dick's