me think of things in the past. I don't
remember ever having been in this place before."

"Don't you remember the shop, and the water wheel, and the building of
the house?" asked the Professor.

He looked around in a bewildered way, before answering: "The shop and
the building? Where--when was that?"

"At the time you fell from the building, four days ago?"

"Fell from the building--what building?"

"What do you remember about the trip we made?" continued the Professor.

"I remember that we had a glorious fight, yes, several of them, and I
remember some brave boys, the noblest fellows I ever saw--and you are
the boys--I can remember you well--I never saw braver men in battle; and
I also remember seeing something which you gave me," and he searched his
pockets, and looked around to try and remember what it was. "Probably,
that was a fancy only--let me see," and he stroked his forehead, as if
trying to recall it.

Harry reached down in his pocket and drew forth the match safe and held
it before him. "Is this what you mean?"

He grasped it, and eagerly exclaimed: "Yes; that is what I mean."

"Are those the initials of your name, and is your first name John?"

"Yes; John Lewis Varney. But who are you, and how did you come here?"

"My name is Harry Crandall, and this is the Professor who was with us on
the schoolship _Investigator_ when she went to the bottom of the sea,
following an explosion."

"The _Investigator_ that was to have sailed from New York in
September"--and he looked around, "September, last year?" he asked
inquiringly.

"Yes," answered the Professor; "and this is George Mayfield, and here
are Ralph Wharton and Tom Chambers. Do you remember we rescued them on
the trip?"

He looked to the floor for a moment, and then slowly said: "I recall
that also, but I do not remember how we got away from the savages."

At that moment his eyes fell on Chief, who had witnessed this remarkable
scene, and he started up and leaned forward, and spoke to the Chief in
his own language. This effect on the savage was electrical, who rushed
up to the couch and clutched John's hand. Then turning to the others,
John continued: "Uraso knows me, but I doubt whether he recognized me in
this bearded appearance, because when our acquaintance began my face was
smoothly shaven, and I had an entirely different attire from what I
acquired later on."

"We are all intensely interested in knowing your history, and how you
came