dead swoon, and I have enough for us all to do here, I

promise you."

"Let me help you, Toby," said the Pirate.

"And I can hold the light," said Clinton.

"So be it," cried Haverstraw; "but now we want some one to go in and out from the ladies' cabin for the articles we may require."

"Cannot I bring them in before you begin?" asked Jane.

"Why I am not sure I can think of all till I find the need of them," said the cautious old man.

"Then I will wait outside the door," cried Jane; " and when you want any thing raise your voice ever so little I shall be sure to hear you."

"That is a girl worth the name," said Haverstraw, raising his glistening eye to meet that of Clinton, as Jane shut the door after her: there was no pretence in the mariner's admiration, for he really did believe the Captain's daughter without an equal any where.

'My ancle first, Toby-do that up first," said Gilpin; "let me have the worst job last. Come, don't let your old hand shake about it; touch it firmly, and make haste, for this arm gives me confounded twinges."

The broken joint was skilfully set, and firmly bound. "Now for your arm, Gilpin," said Haverstraw. "Hold the light steadily here, Mr. Nicholas. Be so good as to put your hand under the shoulder in this fashion, Captain."

"I am sorry to say I must give up my post-I feel worse than I did," said the Pirate, rather faintly, putting his hand to his side. "I think the blood has broken through again."

"Help him to his hammock directly, sir," said Ha

verstraw to Clinton. Gilpin, you will take no harm lying still a few minutes, while I go and give a look at the Captain's side."

"No not I. Away with you, and stop as long as you will," cried the iron-nerved privateer, swallowing by main force the groans which tortured nature wrung from him.

A considerable quantity of blood had escaped from the Pirate's wound; it was speedily stopped, however, by the skilful hand of Haverstraw, and rebound with

more care.

"I hope, sir, you will now be persuaded to lie awhile," said the latter earnestly.

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Why, yes, this loss of blood has a little tamed me, Toby; I shall certainly remain here a few minutes at least."

"A few hours, or a few days, would be better, sir," said the old mariner, dropping the canvass-screen of the hammock. "Mr. Clinton, you will go back with me

to hold the arm?"

"Yes, certainly," said the latter, as they shut Haverstraw's cabin door outside, leaving the Pirate to a feverish and painful state of forced quiet.

The mind of Clinton was by this time highly fevered, and during the sickening operation of which he was a witness, his thoughts ran over the events in which he had been lately engaged, with confused excitement. The actual presence of Lady Hester in the pirate-vessel he could hardly realise-again and again he was astonished that he should have found her here. A destiny seemed casting them in cach other's way. He had parted

from her, as he thought, for ever-then she was a wife; now she was free-free to marry again, without any restraint upon her choice. Who could tell what might happen now in his favour?

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Keep your hand steady, if you please, sir," cried Haverstraw. Clinton's eyes were dancing; he did contrive to steady his hand, but his head and his heart were beyond his management.

"You may go now, sir, I see it is too much for you," said Haverstraw; "I can manage very well to do the rest."

Clinton would have been glad to have been discharged, but, when the aged sailor came to the sewing on of the bandages, he found that his sight was too defective for that part of his task, and the motions of the needle proved uncertain under the guidance of his hard fingers. Clinton attempted the office, but was so entirely unpractised in the use of the implement he held, and the heat of his feelings caused such a nervous shaking throughout his frame, that his success was hardly greater. Gilpin was impatient of their attempts, and declared that he had felt the point of the needle more than once. By this time he was growing faint. Clinton stepped outside to take some thread from Jane, and told her of the trifling dilemma. She timidly offered to do what was required.

"The table on which Toby has placed Gilpin is in the nearest corner of the room," said she; "I should only be engaged a few minutes, and hardly be seen.” He refused; he did not like her to enter. But after a moment's thought, he said, "You shall do it if you I admire in you the noble feeling which prompts

can.

you now to rise superior to false delicacy. Yes, you shall do it."

The door was close by the foot of the table, and, scarcely noticed by the men who lay on the floor, Jane stepped round between the wall and Gilpin, without once glancing at any object but the half-bound arm immediately before her, in the wrappings of which Toby had just fastened a successful stitch.

"That was well done," cried the patient; " I could hardly have done it better with my right hand-and who doesn't know that Jack Gilpin is the best tailor, as well as the best sailor, on board the Fearless buccaneer-ship, always excepting the Captain and his lieutenant, who are the best sailors in the world, look for 'em where you will. Toby, you like to be called lieutenant, don't you, old fellow ?"

Here Haverstraw put his hand to his white forelocks, and made a slight movement of respect, and surprise, perceiving Jane by the table. Gilpin, also surprised, was instantly silent. The Captain's daughter had usually confined herself very closely to her cabin, and surely, thought he, this room at present was little suited to attract a timid and delicate female. Still more was he surprised when Clinton told Haverstraw, that his sister would take the needle from him, if he would direct her where to use it, as women's hands were more pliable for that sort of work than either of theirs.

While the delicate fingers of Jane were carefully passing the requsite stitches along the unscientific, although cleverly arranged bandages, Haverstraw, with an admiring and affectionate smile, leaned over her stooping head, and pointed out with his finger those edges of the

linen which he wished to be secured.

Clinton stood

behind her, sheltering her from the gaze of the seamen who were in the other parts of the room; his heart warmed with brotherly pride when contemplating the bashful Jane thus conquering her natural retiringness to minister to the suffering man. Gilpin's smothered groans of pain called tears of pity into her mild grey eyes. He, himself, eyed her compassionate countenance with mingled curiosity, gratitude, and respect. He was just thirty years of age, a native of New York; he had been respectably brought up, but had fallen into a profligate way of life, and deserted his parents and his home. As he gazed on the gentle girl before him, her touching intrepidity in cheerfully undertaking her present task (slight as it would have been under ordinary circumstances,) and the soft kindness of her modest deportment, all at once pierced the gross film which covered the eyes of his mind, with a light that had never beamed through it since he had been a stripling; for the moment he forsook his favourite maxim, "that all women were either pretty puppets, horrid shrews, fools, or rakes;" an indefinable notion of female excellence floated about his fancy, and, from that period, a deep respect for Jane Anderson took root in his otherwise depraved mind.

"Now I must positively take you away," said Clinton to his sister, when the last bandage had been fastened on the fractured arm; 66 you have borne the sight won

derfully."

Gilpin followed her with his eyes to the door, and roused himself from his faintness. 66 Toby," said he,

when she had disappeared with her brother, trying to