ary for the nautical man to put powerful restraint on his
struggling limbs, and to hold his nose while the surgeon forced open his
mouth and poured the contents of the family glass down his throat, and
when, in addition to all this, she beheld Colonel Langley standing
calmly by with an air of comparative indifference while this hideous
cruelty was being practised on his son and heir, her warm heart could
stand no more. Uttering a series of wild shrieks, she ran at the
nautical man, scored his face down with her ten fingers, seized the
choking Jim in her arms, and thrust her fore-finger down his little
throat with the humane view of enabling him to part with the nauseous
draught which he had been compelled to swallow.

Master Jim had convulsed himself twice, and had actually got rid of a
little of the draught, before the surgeon could recover him from the
irate negress.

"I hope he hasn't lost much of it," remarked the surgeon, looking
anxiously at the howling boy as he held him fast. "I brought only one
dose of the drug, but we shall see in a few minutes.--Do stop the noise
of that screeching imp of blackness," he added, turning a look of anger
on Zubby, whose grief was, like her mirth, obstreperous.

"I wish as some 'un had pared her nails afore I comed here," growled the
nautical man.

"Hush, Zubby," said Colonel Langley, taking the girl kindly by the arm;
"we are doing Jim no harm; you'll bring the janissaries in to see who is
being murdered if you go on so--hush!"

But Zubby would not hush; the Colonel therefore called his black cook
and handed her over to him--who, being a fellow-countryman, and knowing
what a Zaharian frame could endure, carried her into an adjoining room
and quietly choked her.

"He's going--all right," said the surgeon, with a look and nod of
satisfaction, as the child, lying in the nautical man's arms, dropt
suddenly into a profound slumber.

"Now, we will pack him.--Stay, has he a cloak or shawl of any kind?"
said the surgeon, looking round.

"Zubby alone knows where his mysterious wardrobe is to be found,"
replied the Colonel.

"Then let the creature find it," cried the surgeon impatiently; "we have
no time to lose."

Zubby was brought back and told to wrap her treasure in something warm,
which she willingly did, under the impression that she was about to be
ordered to take him out for a walk, but the tears which still bedimmed
her eyes, coupled with agitation, caused her to pe