so if I thought that you now judged, it to have been guilty of the blood of Captain Barry."

"I do not," said Clinton, decisively; they then paced the gangway arm in arm, still in earnest talk. "You should rest with that wound of yours, my dear sir; you will irritate it by moving about, I am afraid," said Clinton, presently stopping on the quarter-deck.

"No, no, it is nothing of any consequence," said the Pirate, with carelessness, but at the same time he slackened his steps, and leaned heavier on his son's arm. "Where are you going, Toby?" the old man was passing hastily acoss the deck from the head of the companion way, with a towel hanging from his arm, and pair of forceps in his hand.

"Only to find the steward, sir," answered Haverstraw, meaning the man who now managed the affairs of the larder under Deborah, for it was a favourite habit of the old sailor's to disperse among the crew the titles usual on a regular, first-rate ship, though the privateers were not a little prejudiced against regular ship titles, and disclaimed all gradation of ranks among themselves; "I want some things for the sick-ward which he has stowed away somewhere or other. If it please you, Captain, you should not, by any manner of means, be walking here with that gunshot-wound in your side. You had better take my word as a humble caution, Captain, and go and lie down."

"So I have been telling him," said Clinton; " but he is not to be persuaded."

"Psha! go and lie down for a trifling accident like this!-not I-not I!"

"You had better, Captain," repeated Haverstraw;

"many's the wownd, as trifling as yours, which I have seen carry off a tall, strong fellow, only because he wouldn't take advice, keep still, and leave off liquors and strong victuals."

“Well, well, I shall keep off liquors," said the Pirate, smiling," and perhaps live on barley-water, and chicken-broth, during your pleasure, Toby; but as for keeping still, that I would not do for any bullet short of a twelve-pounder. So go along to your sick patients, and let ine alone to get strong again in this fresh breeze."

Haverstraw shook his head, and Clinton saw by his look that he feared the consequences would be more serious than his father suspected.

"I heartily wish that, if only for my sake and my sister's, you would yield to this old sailor's advice," urged Clinton.

"Nonsense, my son! I scarcely feel the hurt at all," returned the Pirate, rather impatiently, sitting down by the helm, and casting his glance out over the lake toward the line of blue landscape in the distance, which marked the American shore.

"Nicholas," he resumed, with an appearance of disquietude, "I wish you to know why I have persisted in remaining with these privateers, contrary to your sister's anxious and oft-repeated wishes. I durst not tell her, for it would break her soft and tender heart; I now tel. you, you are firmer minded.-I am conscious that I have justly forfeited my life, and it has been my determination all along to yield myself up to justice when I left this band. But lately I have quailed in my resolution-I cannot bear to leave you and Jenny for ever!"

"Leave us! no, I hope you will not for another moment contemplate such a thing!" exclaimed Clinton. Why should you surrender? You have shown me the murder was not your act, and that you were deceived into joining the mutiny.'

"True true, my dear son; I am glad to see you understand the true nature of that transaction at last. But you forget that I have been now many years a Pirate-chief, and must have shared in many robberies. My life is, I repeat, justly forfeit, and it should be given up, were it not for-but this is idle now. I have settled to live as long as I can with my children, and for them. Now the money I told you I had received to-day from this Earl on board, will enable me to take Jenny to the ruined fort I spoke of, and to provide us with a few rough pieces of household goods. You must hunt for our table, and old Toby, who is going with us, will buy us from time to time what we need from the nearest village, and fish for us."

Clinton listened to the Pirate's scheme with all attention, and said nothing either against or for it, only with his silence he seemed to acquiesce.

"Let us go down and see if Toby needs our assistance," said the Pirate, after a brief and thoughtful pause of silence.

A number of persons were in the large room which they entered, and a confused noise of rough voices subsided at the first glimpse caught of the Captain's noble figure, which was closely followed by the slighter, and perhaps more strikingly graceful one of his son.

"Much obliged to you, young gentleman—you kept your word to us gallantly," said one of the Pirate's men,

who now lay groaning on a deal-table, with one of his arms terribly fractured from the wrist to the shoulder, and with a broken ancle.

Clinton looked about, and recognised in him the individual who had on a previous occasion sought to make him a mate to his father.

"This is no joke-how was it done?" he inquired, going near to the wounded man.

"With the back of a hatchet," replied the daring fellow, in a lively accent, " as I was trying to keep off the sharks who boarded us. But what does it matter! -Hurrah for the brave buccaneers!-no quarter to the law-bullies! Hurrah-hurrah! Victory-victory!"

His shout was echoed by his suffering companions with desperate hardihood, and the wounded prisoners, who were in the same room; looked at each other with silent rage, or affected contempt.

"Silence!" exclaimed the commanding voice of the Pirate, and his influence over his men being fully restored, there was instantly a hush so complete that nothing could be heard, but the hard breathing of those in pain, for some minutes. A number of hammock-mattrasses spread on the floor were occupied by the sufferers, the prisoners intermixed with their captors; between these there was an unceasing bye-play of looks and gestures of bate and defiance.

"Toby, let our men be separated from the prisoners as soon as you can," said the Pirate, observing the mixture.

"Aye, sir, but there is much to do first. Harry Lockswain and I will not be able to doctor them all for many a hour to come yet. I am not so handy at the bandages

as I used to be when I was younger. The ladies are scraping lint, and cutting up old linen, to be sure, that is a great help. Here comes Miss Jenny-bless her dear heart!" He went to the door.

"Now, Toby, here is a large supply of lint, not a grain of cotton in it," said Jane, standing outside.

"You have been very quick, my dear Miss Jenny." "So I should be," she returned, "for I have many assistants. Lady Hester, as I think my brother named that beautiful young lady, the widow, has set herself, her sister, and Miss Gresham, the governess, at the scraping, leaving me and Deborah to execute all your other commands."

"I love to see the young quick to help them that are in pain," said the old man. "We shall get on now, Captain, as we have plenty of needful articles, thanks to the ladies. Run away, Miss Jenny, if you please, and get ready the poultices, as I told you. I must bind up Gilpin's starboard-arm, and that will be no sight for you."

"Who is going to assist you?" asked Jane.

"That is what I want to know," said Haverstraw, looking into the room, his eyes shaded with his hand. "Harry, our skipper-doctor, is trying to set to rights a steamer-man's wownds, which are in bad condition, and all our helpers are about him. Harry," he raised his voice so as to make himself heard at the extreme end of the room, where a group were gathered kneeling and stooping around a man who lay on a mattrass, "can you spare me a couple of sailors to help me out with a troublesome job here?"

"No," answered the surgeon;

"my patient is in a