for the case is desprit."

Rais Ali did "clap on all sail," steered his friend through the
brightly-lighted grounds and laughing throng of revellers, through
numerous lanes between hedges of aloes and prickly pear, over the Sahel
hills, and away to the northward, until they reached the neighbourhood
of Pointe Pescade, which lay about three and a half miles on the other
side of the town.

"It's a purty big raigion hereaway," said Flaggan, during a brief halt
to recover breath; "why shouldn't I steer for the Great Zahairy, an'
live wi' the Bedooin Arabs? I s'pose it's becase they'll always be
doin' somethin' or other that they've got the name."

"'Cause they'd robb an' kill you," replied Rais.

"Umph!" ejaculated Ted, as they descended to the bold rocky coast, where
the celebrated pirate of old was wont to mount guard over the
Mediterranean.

"Betterer for you trust to de sea," said Rais.

"True for ye, boy--seein' that I'm a say-farin' man," returned Ted.

Proceeding cautiously down a wild and almost invisible pathway among the
cliffs, Rais Ali reached the base at a part where the sea ran under the
overhanging rocks. Stepping into a pool which looked black and deep,
but which was only a few inches at the edge, he waded slowly into the
interior of a cavern, the extremity of which was quite dry. It was dark
as Erebus, but flint and steel soon produced a light.

"There vas vonce a torch here," said Rais, looking about hastily, while
the vault above was lighted for a few seconds by the bunch of dry grass
which he had brought with him, "but it long since me be--ah, here it is;
dis am de torch."

He lighted it, and showed his friend the form and size of the cave,
reiterated that it was known to no one but himself--at least so he
thought--advised him to remain close all day and keep a good look-out
seaward at night, promised to return with food the following evening,
and finally left him to his meditations.

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Note 1. A very remarkable and authentic instance of this style of
punishment is recorded in the annals of Algiers.

A Moor named Geronimo was, about the beginning of the seventeenth
century, converted to Christianity by a captive. The reigning Pasha
ordered him to recant, and gave him _twenty-four_ hours to make up his
mind. On his refusal, the Pasha caused Geronimo to be buried alive in
the mud which was being poured into moulds a