e for several minutes, and Carlos smoothed Sam's locks
with his hand.

"We must entertain him," said Cleary. "Say something, Sam, or he'll get
down on us."

"Say something yourself," said Sam, who was thoroughly vexed at his
friend's ill-timed flippancy.

"Does your tribe live in these mountains and nowhere else?" asked
Cleary.

"Oh, no. We have brothers everywhere. They are in all the islands, and
all over the world."

"You tell them by your language, I suppose."

"No, some of them do not speak our language. That makes no difference.
We tell our brothers in other ways."

"How?" said Cleary.

"There are four marks of the true Morito," said the chief. "Their young
men are initiated by torture. That is one mark. Then their chief men
wear feathers on their heads. That is the second. And the third mark is
that they are tattooed, as I am," and he pointed to the strange figures
on his naked chest; "and the fourth is that they all use the sacred
tom-tom when they dance."

"Sam," said Cleary, "have you got those East Point photographs in your
pocket?"

"Yes," said Sam, thrusting his hand into his bosom.

Cleary rolled over to Carlos as well as his ropes would allow, threw
his arms about his neck, and cried out in Castalian, "Oh, my
brother, my long-lost brother!"

[Illustration: TWO OF A KIND
"THERE ARE FOUR MARKS"]

There was a general commotion. The savages drew their knives, and for a
moment there seemed to be danger for the prisoners.

"What on earth are you trying to do, Mr. Cleary?" exclaimed Colonel
James. "It seems to me that your pleasantries are in very doubtful
taste while our lives are in the balance."

Cleary made no answer, but went on crying, "Oh, my brothers, my
long-lost brothers!"

"What do you mean?" ejaculated Carlos, in a rage. "I will give you one
minute in which to explain, and then your head will fall."

"We are your brothers. We are Moritos. We are your people from a
distant island, and you never knew it!"

"Is this true?" asked the chief, looking at Sam and the colonel.

"Swear to it," whispered Cleary.

"We swear that it is true," replied the two officers.

"Then prove it, or you shall all three die to-night. I am not to be
trifled with. Proceed."

"Senor," said Cleary, "you have said that you recognize Morito young
men by the fact that they have passed through the torture. We have
passed through the torture. My friend will s