e. By nine o'clock a low sandy
island appeared on the lee bow; when within half a mile of it, he
ordered the schooner to be hove to, and lowered down the small boat from
the stern. He then turned the hands up. "My lads, we must keep our
promise, to put Francisco on shore at the first land which we made.
There it is!" And a malicious smile played on the miscreant's features
as he pointed out to them the barren sand-bank, which promised nothing
but starvation and a lingering death. Several of the crew murmured; but
Hawkhurst was supported by his own party, and had, moreover, taken the
precaution quietly to remove all the arms, with the exception of those
with which his adherents were provided.

"An agreement is an agreement; it is what he requested himself, and we
promised to perform. Send for Francisco."

"I am here, Hawkhurst; and I tell you candidly, that, desolate as is
that barren spot, I prefer it to remaining in your company. I will
bring my chest up immediately."

"No--no; that was not a part of the agreement," cried Hawkhurst.

"Every man here has a right to his own property: I appeal to the whole
of the crew."

"True--true," replied the pirates; and Hawkhurst found himself again in
the minority.

"Be it so."

The chest of Francisco was handed into the boat.

"Is that all?" cried Hawkhurst.

"My lads, am I to have no provisions or water?" inquired Francisco.

"No," replied Hawkhurst.

"Yes--yes," cried most of the pirates.

Hawkhurst did not dare put it to the vote; he turned sulkily away. The
Kroumen brought up two breakers of water, and some pieces of pork.

"Here, massa," said Pompey, putting into Francisco's hand a fishing-line
with hooks.

"Thank you, Pompey; but I had forgot--that book in the cabin--you know
which I mean."

Pompey nodded his head, and went below; but it was some time before he
returned, during which Hawkhurst became impatient. It was a very small
boat which had been lowered down; it had a lug-sail and two pair of
sculls in it, and was quite full when Francisco's chest and the other
articles had been put in.

"Come! I have no time to wait," said Hawkhurst; "in the boat!"

Francisco shook hands with many of the crew, and wished all of them
farewell. Indeed, now that they beheld the poor lad about to be cast on
the desolate island, even those most opposed to him felt some emotions
of pity. Although they acknowledged that his absence was necessary, yet
they kn