when I say your Lord Exmouth do come quickly for bombard de
city!"

"Onderstand you--is it?" exclaimed Ted, with sudden excitement. "Faix
do I, but I don't belave ye."

"Man!" said the other, with an earnest look, "doos you tink I come here
like dis for tell do Breetish consul a lie!"

"Shure yer right, an' I'm a goose," exclaimed the tar, becoming still
more excited; "but are 'ee sure yer not mistaken, owld man?"

"Quite sure. Listen. Go, tell consul dat one boat come shore at Pointe
Pescade, find me dere, capture me--carry me off. It was fishin' boat in
Breetish pay. Dey find out who I be. Give leave to go shore again, and
warn Breetish consul to look out, for Turk ver' savage when him hear of
dis. Lord Exmouth, wid large fleet come straight to Algiers, for
delivrin' all slaves, an' blow up de city."

"Hurrah!" shouted Flaggan, in a subdued voice, while he unpocketed the
cudgel and twirled it over his head. "Good luck to 'ee, owld man. I'm
off to tell the consul. Go in here an' they'll give 'ee some grub. Say
I sent 'ee.--But, hallo!" he added, when on the point of starting,
"what's yer name?"

"The Padre Giovanni," replied the old man.

"Och! it's mesilf has heard of 'ee," cried the seaman, as he turned and
dashed down the road leading to the city. So energetic was he in his
motions, and so quick was his pace, on reaching Bab-el-Oued gate, that
the guard--a young soldier, lately arrived from Turkey--became
suspicious, and ventured to intercept him.

Flaggan was in no humour to be stopped, or even spoken with. He made an
attempt to force past, which caused the soldier to present his piece at
him. Hereupon Ted drew forth his cudgel, hit the Turk a Donnybrookian
whack over the skull that laid him flat on the ground, and took to his
heels.

The rest of the guard, who saw this little incident and recognised the
now well-known seaman, instantly gave chase; but Ted was too active for
them. He doubled down a narrow street on his left, and in five minutes
was beyond their reach. He knew now that nothing but prompt action
could save him from immediate arrest and probable castigation. He
therefore went straight to Rais Ali's house, and was admitted by an old
negress.

Arraying himself in the skin of the wild boar, he attempted to cover
himself with an Arab burnous, but, do what he could, he found it
impossible to draw the hood over him in such a way as to conceal the
head of the boar, and after hi