ould be aroused.

"No good, no good," said the Krooman.

In explanation of this assertion, Harry was told that, should the young
Scotchman refuse any favour from the woman, her wounded vanity would
change her liking to the most bitter hatred, and she would then contrive
to bring down upon him the anger of Golah, an anger that would certainly
be fatal to its victim.

"Then what must I do to save him?" asked Harry.

"Noting," answered the Krooman. "You noting can do. Ony bid him be
good man, and talk much, pray to God. Golah wife lub him, and he sure
muss die."

Harry informed the sailor and Terence of what the Krooman had told him;
and the three took counsel together.

"I believe as how the darkey be right," said Bill. "Of course, if the
swab Goliarh larns as 'ow one av 'is wives ha' taken a fancy to Master
Colly, 'twill be all up wi' the poor lad. He will be killed, and mayhap
eaten too, for that matter."

"Like enough," assented Terence. "And should he scorn her very
particular attentions, her resentment might be equally as dangerous as
Golah's. I fear poor Colin has drifted into trouble."

"What ye be afther sayin' about the woman," said Bill, "minds me o' a
little story I wunce heeard whin I was a boy. I read it in a book
called the Bible. It was about a young man, somethin' like Master
Colly, barrin' his name was Joseph. A potter's wife tuck a fancy to
him; but Joseph, bein' a dacent an' honest youngster, treated her wid
contimpt, an' came to great grief by doin' that same. You must 'ave
read that story, Master 'Arry," continued Bill, turning from Terence to
the young Englishman, and changing his style of pronunciation. "Did it
not 'appen summers in this part o' the world? Hif I remember rightly,
it did. I know 'twas summers in furrin parts."

"Yes," answered Harry, "that little affair did happen in this part of
the world, since it was in Africa; and our comrade has a fair prospect
of being more unfortunate than Joseph. In truth, I don't see how we
shall be able to assist him."

"There he is, about a hundred cable lengths astern," said Bill, looking
back. "And there's the old 'oman, too, lookin' sharp afther him, while
Colly is atin' the figs and drinkin' the camel's milk; and while I'm
dying for a dhrop of that same. Old Goliarh is no doubt proud wi' the
great care she's takin' of his child; but won't there be a row when he
larns summat more? Won't there, Master 'Arry?"

"There will,