in raids to inflict the pain they
now suffered themselves.

The dead had been dragged away before Don woke that morning, but there
were hideous traces on the trampled ground, with broken weapons
scattered here and there, while the wounded were lying together
perfectly untended, many of them bound, to prevent escape--hardly
possible even to an uninjured man, for a guard was keeping watch over
them ready to advance threateningly, spear in hand, if a prisoner
attempted to move.

Where Don and Jem were sitting a portion of the great fence was broken,
and they could see through it down to the shore.

"What a shame it seems on such a glorious morning, Jem!"

"Shame! Mas' Don? I should just like to shame 'em. Head hurt much?"

"Not so very much, Jem. How is your shoulder?"

"Rather pickly."

"Rather what?"

"Pickly, as if there was vinegar and pepper and salt being rubbed into
it. But my old mother used to say that it was a good sign when a cut
smarted a lot. So I s'pose my wound's first rate, for it smarts like a
furze bush in a fit."

"I wish I could bathe it for you, Jem."

"Thank ye, Mas' Don. I wish my Sally could do it. More in her way."

"We must try and bear it all, I suppose, Jem. How hot the sun is; and,
ill as I am, I should be so glad of something to eat and drink."

"I'm that hungry, Mas' Don," growled Jem, "that I could eat one o' these
here savages. Not all at once, of course."

"Look, Jem. What are they doing there?"

Don nodded his head in the direction of the broken fence; and together
they looked down from the eminence on which the _pah_ was formed, right
upon the black volcanic sand, over which the sea ran foaming like so
much glistening silver.

There were about fifty of the enemy busy there running to and fro, and
the spectators were not long left in doubt as to what they were doing,
for amid a great deal of shouting one of the huge war canoes was run
down over the sand and launched, a couple of men being left to keep her
by the shore, while their comrades busied themselves in launching
others, till every canoe belonging to the conquered tribe was in the
water.

"That's it, is it?" said Jem. "They came over land, and now they're
going back by water. Well, I s'pose, they'll do as they like."

"Isn't this nearest one Ngati's canoe, Jem?"

"Yes, my lad; that's she. I know her by that handsome face cut in the
front. I s'pose poor Ngati's dead."

"I'm afraid so," said Do