ap out of
the way, when the pig charged full at the spot where he had been
sitting, Dick being only just able to check the brute's progress, but he
managed to bring it up by making the rope fast round small tree which
came in his way. No sooner was the pig thus brought to a stand, than,
looking round, it espied its captor, who, however, springing back,
avoided the onslaught. The pig, after making several strenuous efforts
to escape, grunting and squeaking terrifically all the time, exhausted
by its exertions, lay down, with its keen eyes watching for an
opportunity of revenging itself.

"I say, Hargrave, I might try my hand at building a pig-sty," said Lord
Reginald. "I doubt that I am capable of any higher style of
architecture, but I think I can accomplish that."

"At first it occurred to me that we might build one," answered Dick;
"but I now think that it would occupy too much of our time, as it must
be a very different style of structure to our turtle-pen. This fellow
would soon knock down any building, unless very strongly put up. I
should be sorry to see your lordship engaged in such work."

"`Your lordship,' you should say, `is not capable of so stupendous an
undertaking,'" remarked Lord Reginald, laughing. "But I say, Hargrave,
you are forgetting our compact. Call me `Reginald' or `Oswald,' which
you please."

"I beg pardon," said Dick; "but if this fellow cannot be taught to
behave himself, the sooner we turn him into bacon the better, and we can
keep his companion in the pit until we want him to undergo the same
process."

As the boat was now really begun, their work could be carried on without
interruption. Dick, the next day, took another excursion in search of
the coffee berries he had seen, as well as of any other vegetable
productions of the island. After searching for some time at the further
end of the island, he discovered the pods he had before seen, which were
now completely ripe. Examining them carefully, he was convinced that
they were coffee berries. He accordingly collected as many as he could
put in the sack he had brought, thankful that they would afford a useful
and agreeable beverage to his companion. A short time afterwards, he
came upon a wilderness of canes, which he had before mistaken for
bamboo, and on tasting them, he was convinced that they were sugarcanes,
probably the remains of a plantation, long ago deserted. He cut a
bundle, hoping that he and Lord Reginald mig