member you, my noble Thyra! after what
you have done? Always! always! Do not pain me by fearing that I may
forget you."

"Then I am happy still; listen. Here are a chain and a cross of gold;
keep them in remembrance of me, and when I am dead, have me conveyed,
if it is possible, to the land of my birth, the beautiful island of
Naxos, where my parents still live. Bury me there."

Jack promised this, and the old captain of the ship declared that he
would have her last request fulfilled.

Thyra's strength was now almost exhausted, but, with a last effort, she
raised herself from Jack's supporting arms, and addressed those around
her.

"Friends," she said, "I give you many, many thanks for what you have
done for me, in protecting me and aiding my escape. I can but give you
thanks and my farewell. Farewell!" she added, "to the bright blue sky,
the golden sea, and the beautiful green island where I was born and
where I hope to rest when I am no more."

Here her voice died into a murmur, and the rest was inaudible to all
but Jack.

Jack stooped as the Arab chief had done, and impressed a fervent kiss
upon the fair young face, still bent lovingly towards him. At that
moment he felt an electric thrill convulse her frame, followed by a
complete stillness. In that last fond embrace her spirit had fled.

Thyra's troubles were over.

Two days afterwards the ship, whose captain had undertaken to convey
Jack and his friends from those turbulent shores, touched at the Greek
island of Naxos. There Thyra's parents were found, and the sad news of
their child's death communicated to them.

She was buried in the little cemetery close to the shore, and amid
groves of cypress and gardens of flowers, where sweet birds sing and
sea breezes softly murmur, lies the beautiful Greek girl who loved and
died for young Jack Harkaway.

And all hearts were heavy with grief when, after the funeral, they
hoisted sail, and steered in a westerly direction.

CHAPTER LXXXIX.

MARSEILLES--MR. MOLE AS A LINGUIST--AN UGLY CUSTOMER AND HIS ENGLISH
CONFEDERATE--A COMPACT OF MYSTERY--MR. MARKBY PLAYS A VERY DEEP
GAME--THE SHADOW OF DANGER.

Our friends had been some days at sea.

The weather was fair, and their progress was for a time slow.

At length one day there was a cry--

"Land ho!"

"Which?" said our hero, who was anxious for any thing that would make
him forget his great sorrow for Thyra.

"I remarked 'Land ho!' Jack," said