smoke." Then a vibrant
voice behind Mr. Todd roared out: "Kill nobody--toss 'em overboard,"
and the captain saw his servants, cooks, and stewards tumbling over to
join him.

Captain Bunce turned and swam--there was nothing else to do. Soon he
could see a black-eyed, black-mustached man on his quarter-deck
delivering orders, and he recognized the thundering voice, but none of
the cockney accent of Captain Quirk. Men were already on the yards
loosing canvas; and as he turned on his back to rest--for, though
fleshy and buoyant, swimming in full uniform fatigued him--he saw his
anchor-chains whizzing out the hawse-pipes.

He was picked up by the first boat to put off from the bark, and
ordered pursuit; but this was soon seen to be useless. The clean-lined
brig had sternway equal to the best speed of the boats, and now
head-sails were run up, and she paid off from the shore. Topsails were
sheeted home and hoisted, she gathered way, and with topgallantsails
and royals, spanker and staysails, following in quick succession, the
beautiful craft hummed down to the inlet and put to sea, while yells of
derision occasionally came back to the white-faced men in the boats.

A month later the rehabilitated old bark also staggered out the
entrance, and, with a naked, half-starved crew and sad-eyed,
dilapidated officers, headed southward for Rio de Janeiro.

WHEN GREEK MEETS GREEK

"Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just."
BARD OF AVON.

"But 4 times he who gits hiz blo' in fust."
JOSH BILLINGS.

Captain William Belchior was more than a martinet. He was known as
"Bucko" Belchior in every port where the English language is spoken,
having earned this prefix by the earnest readiness with which, in his
days as second and chief mate, he would whirl belaying-pins, heavers,
and handspikes about the decks, and by his success in knocking down,
tricing up, and working up sailors who displeased him. With a blow of
his fist he had broken the jaw of a man helplessly ironed in the
'tween-deck, and on the same voyage, armed with a simple belaying-pin,
had sprung alone into a circle of brandishing sheath-knives and quelled
a mutiny. He was short, broad, beetle-browed, and gray-eyed, of
undoubted courage, but with the quality of sympathy left out of his
nature.

During the ten years in which he had been in command, he was relieved
of