ief then to reach down to him. "You and your owl
of a sister," he muttered as he did so, "have taught me a thing or two.
I should only have had exactly what I deserved if I had been both stuck
and plundered, after being fool enough to put faith for one moment in
you or any one else."

"Now, up with you!"

When he saw Federigo's form scrambling up over the edge, he said,
scornfully, "Now then, at last we part. Good-bye, my old and faithful
friend!"

With that he went his way, and heard the Brazilian screaming and
stamping with rage down on the dam behind him in the dark.

CHAPTER XVIII.

An opportunity offered almost immediately for taking a passage home with
the Tonsberger before alluded to, and Salve gladly availed himself of
it, calculating upon being taken off by one of the pilot boats off the
coast of Arendal.

It was with a strange deep feeling that he once more trod the deck of a
home vessel, and as he went about and listened to the people's talk,
felt himself an object for their curiosity. The southern brown of his
face, the foreign cut of his clothes, and his whole exterior, marked him
as coming from a much higher condition of sailor life than any with
which they were acquainted, and he passed for an Englishman or an
American; for he purposely avoided being recognised by them as a
countryman, and had made his agreement with the skipper in English.

It was certainly a long time since he had been on board a craft so
miserably found in every way as this leaky old galliot was. She had been
bought by auction for a small sum at Faerder; and in shape resembled an
old wooden shoe, in which her skipper venturesomely trudged across to
Holland through the spring and winter storms, calculating that he and
his crew could always lash themselves to something to avoid being washed
overboard; that their timber cargo would keep them afloat; and that as
long as the rigging held they could sail. He carried no
top-gallant-mast, so as not to strain her; her sails were all in holes,
as if they had been riddled with bullets; and where ropes had broken in
the rigging, they had been tied in clumsy knots, instead of being
spliced in proper sailor-like fashion. There was not much to boast of in
the way of navigation either; the captain keeping his log by the simple
method of spitting over the side, or throwing a chip of wood overboard,
and making his calculations according to the pace it drifted past. The
food, too, was on