sts, striking out right and left, and felling a man at each blow.
Calling loudly upon his Solomon Islanders, he gained the deck, where he
was met by Billy Onotoa, who presented a Snider carbine to his breast.
Dashing the weapon aside the American struck the Gilbert Islander a
blow on the chest which sent him reeling across the deck, and still
shouting for Togaro and the rest of his followers to come to the
rescue, he reached the main-hatch, which he found covered, and in the
possession of a dozen of the Tebuan people.

There was nothing of the coward about him. Unarmed as he was he leaped
into the midst of them and wresting a hatchet from one of their number
he set to work, dealing out death at every blow, while from beneath
came the cries of his imprisoned followers. But great as was his
strength he had but little chance amongst so many, and presently a boy
of fifteen dealt him a blow with his tomahawk across the small of the
back which severed his spine. He fell with a groan on the
blood-stained hatch.

In the cabin Rawlings lay gasping upon the cushioned transoms with
Barry standing over him; the Greek had been dragged up into a sitting
posture, and placed with his back against a cabin door, whilst Barradas
proceeded to handcuff and leg-iron him. Then, together with Velo, who
was carrying another set of irons, the second mate came towards Barry
and Rawlings.

"This fellow's pretty little hands and feet are too small for them,"
said Barry; "carry him up on deck, you Velo, and Joe, and wait till he
comes to. Then lash his hands athwartships behind his back, and take
him and the Greek ashore. Keep a good look-out over them, and see that
they have water to drink when they ask for it. They will swing at the
gallows for their crimes. Let us be as merciful to them as we can; but
for God's sake take them away from here quickly; their very presence
poisons me. Barradas, come here . . . give me your hand. You have
stood to me manfully. Now I must go on deck and see to Warner."

"He is dying, sir," said one of the white seamen who just then entered
the cabin; "some of the Tebuan natives cut him down, but not until he
had killed three of them. His niggers are safe under the main-hatch."

Followed by Mose the steward and big Joe, Barry ran on deck. On the
hatch were three dead or dying natives, and Warner lay upon the deck
with his head against the coamings.

"Bring some lights," cried Barry to the steward, as