!" the galley-master would shout. And then
his whip or cane would sharply visit poor Murray's shoulders.

And the chuckling voice of Lenoir would be heard, exclaiming--

"Ah, traitor! this is nothing to what you will suffer when I have my
chance for revenge."

CHAPTER CVI.

TERRIBLE RAILWAY ACCIDENT.

Three days after Murray and Chivey embarked on their dreary voyage the
Harkaway party quitted Marseilles.

The waiter and the diver, so long young Jack's companions in adventure,
preferred remaining at Marseilles.

They had no home ties, and had so long been accustomed to a wandering
Continental life, that they had no great desire to settle down quietly
in England.

However, Harkaway senior made them a handsome present each, and he also
presented Monsieur Hocquart Clermont Delamarre with a very substantial
proof of his esteem and gratitude, and the detective was further
gratified by receiving from the two young ladies, Paquita and Emily, a
handsomely-mounted _carte de visite_ portrait.

"And now for home!" exclaimed our young hero.

"You will be sorry when you get there, won't you?" said Emily.

"No, dear; why should I be?"

"Because in England you can't go on as you have been doing, running
away with fair Circass----"

There was nobody looking, so Jack took the liberty of cutting the
reproach short with a kiss.

"You must not say any thing more about that, dear Emily; and, after
all, I don't think you would have approved of my leaving her to the
mercy of those Turks."

"That I should not, Jack."

The youth then handed his young sweetheart into one of the vehicles in
waiting, and off they started for the railway, where they found they
had to wait ten minutes.

To occupy the time they strolled up and down the platform.

Suddenly Harry Girdwood exclaimed--

"Why, where is Mr. Mole? Did he come in your carriage, Jack?"

"No; I thought he was with you."

"Left behind, by Jove!" exclaimed Harvey.

"Serve him right if I left him behind entirely," said Harkaway senior,
rather angrily.

He was on the point of sending one of the porters back to the hotel,
when Mr. Mole appeared.

Now there were two things that had delayed him.

One was that on the very morning Mr. Mole had mounted a new pair of
artificial legs made by the very best surgical instrument maker in
Marseilles.

Some time had been taken over the proper adjustment of these.

For the second reason--Mr. Mole had discovered that t