threw in a few more weapons which we thought might
prove useful to us, and with a look of regret at the wealth we were
forced to leave behind us we turned to leave the place. Just then Hassan
moved away from us to another part of the cave, and a moment afterwards
he called out to us. Going over to him, we found the Arab and the
tribeswoman both looking intently at something lying upon the rocky
floor.

"Every word of Hassan's singular story is undoubtedly true," I said to
Denviers, in sheer amazement, as we stooped over the object and observed
it in the torch-light. The wild tribe had carried and placed the slain
sailor by the spoils of the galleon which he had claimed for his own in
the very face of Don Luego, the Spanish commander.

There, before our eyes, was stretched the outline of a human form, above
which was spread all that remained of the tattered flag that once had
fluttered from the masthead of the ship which chased the Spanish
galleon, and went down with it on the coral reefs of the Formosan shore!

Slowly we moved away from the spot towards where our boat was, and
re-entered it. The task which we had undertaken, however--that of
pulling against the stream, with such a weight of treasure as we had
obtained--proved a most difficult one. Indeed, Denviers and I exerted
ourselves to little purpose for some time, then found that the boat was
slowly making headway. We reached the spot where the underground stream
divided into its several channels, and then, by an unlucky accident, the
prow of our craft was dashed against one of the many rocks which lay
between. For a minute we entirely lost control of it, and back it
drifted down one of the other channels. At this the female warrior rose,
and thrusting the head of her long spear against the rock tried to
assist us to get the boat back into the main stream before us. Our
efforts were made in vain, for the bed of the narrow channel into which
we had got sloped rapidly down, and its waters hurried us along at a
speed which defied all our attempts to force the boat back. The woman
had dropped her torch when she came to our assistance, and in the light
of the solitary one still flaring, as Hassan held it, I saw a look upon
her face which startled me. She pointed before us, uttering a wild,
despairing cry, which was drowned a moment after in a dull roar which
struck upon our ears.

"Pull, sahibs; in Allah's name, pull!" cried Hassan, who was looking
ahead at the da