Volume 1815
Georges Dodds'
The Ape-Man: his Kith and Kin
A collection of texts which prepared the advent of Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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• Lieut. Lionel Lounsberry. 1893. The Treasure of the Golden Crater. Good News: Best Stories from Every Quarter 6(144-155), Feb 4 to April 22, 1893.

Reprinted: Street & Smith's Boy's Own Library, 1902; Medal Library, No. 208, 1903; and Adventure Library, No. 94, August 1928.
Text used: 1902 ed. (probably abridged from 1893 version), thanks to John Barneson at the University of Minnesota's Hess Collection for both the text (1902) and illustrations (1893)of The Treasure of the Golden Crater.

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• Chapter titles placed in Table of Contents.

"Hold on, Jack; don't be in a hurry. I want to see how these fellows pan out as soldiers. They were shoe -makers and plowboys a few hours ago, and a musket must be an unknown quantity in their hands."

"That is just the reason I want to get out of the way," laughed the first speaker, Jack Gordon, as he turned back to await his companion. "They might have them loaded and cocked, for all we know, and I am not anxious to become a target for an Argentine bullet to-night. Let us get a little nearer the wall, if possible, the crowd is too dense here."

While speaking, Gordon forced a passage to the place he had indicated by a vigorous use of his elbows and a light traveling satchel he carried in his right hand, closely followed by Lovering, who applied a similar piece of luggage to the same use.

It was a fine night in the middle of June. The central railway station of Buenos Ayres was crowded to the utmost of its limited capacity. Every square foot of the narrow platform facing the tracks had been utilized, and the overflowing even extended out through the waiting room into the broad Pasco de Julia fronting the tracks.

It was not an orderly throng of peaceful citizens taking the train for their suburban homes, but a rushing mob of soldiers - --- infantrymen in heavy marching order; cavalrymen conspicuous for their enormous native spurs; ar tillerymen without cannon, and a preponderance of belaced officers ablaze with gold and tinsel.

Early that morning the authorities of the city had been electrified by the intelligence that one of the principal barracks had been attacked and captured by an armed force under the leadership of a political opponent of the president. It was the signal for a general revolution all over the country, and the government, taken unawares, was making strenuous efforts to collect its loyal forces in the capita1. Train after train had arrived at the station since dark, from Rosario and adjacent towns, and the small depot soon assumed the appearance described above.

Just as the illuminated clock in the tower overhead was striking eight, one of the "specials" had rolled in, preceded by ear-piercing shrieks of the whistle, and the cheers of the assembled throng. It bore a general of high Tank and his personal staff, who had been hurriedly called to the front when it became evident the revolt was growing.

From the baggage car next the tender, two young men, clad in ordinary civilian costume, leaped to the platform and looked around them. They were Jack Gordon, naval cadet of the United States Steamship Wampum, and Assistant Surgeon George Lovering, of the same vessel.

The two young officers had been up country on a furlough, and were heartily enjoying themselves out shooting on the prairie, when a peremptory telegram from the captain started them back post haste. It was only by rare good luck they secured transportation in Rosario, as the passenger service on the railroads were withdrawn, and everything turned over to the military, A casual acquaintance with one of the native officials gained them the privilege, and so, after several delays and false alarms on the road, they found themselves in Buenos Ayres.

The Wampum was moored in the Boca, a small port on the southern outskirts of the city. They intended to report on board at once, but Lovering's curiosity caused a delay which ultimately led to some very peculiar results.

From their post of vantage next the wall, Gordon and Lovering looked upon a spectacle not very edifying to one versed in military lore. After the soldiers had piled out of the coaches, they stood huddled together like a flock of frightened sheep, until, at the sound of a bugle, an attempt was made to form double ranks. Both the alignment and the "marshaled heroes" were ragged. The variety of uniforms present would have put to shame a mardi- gras festival, and, if the wearers themselves did not notice the fact, it was plainly apparent to the young officers, who with difficulty repressed a hearty laugh at the maneuvers.

"Let us get out of this," at last said George. "I pity the poor chaps, after all. They will only make food for powder, and it is an outrage that the ambitions schemes of a few men can drag the honest, hard- working laboring classes into death and misery."

"Such has been the case since history began," replied Jack, sententiously, starting to work his way toward the entrance. "But say, doc, there is an officer over there who has been eying us ever since we arrived. Look! that red-faced man next the door. He is coming this way now, and - --- why, he has a guard with him!"

They both stopped. Rapidly approaching them was an elderly official bearing the insignia of a colonel command ant on his sleeve. He appeared excited, and in great haste.

"Senores," he exclaimed in Spanish, speaking quickly, and drawing a portentious-looking document from his pocket, "I am compelled to conscript you for immediate service. This paper, signed by his excellency, the president, orders me to impress every man capable of bearing arms, found on the public ways, if they cannot prove themselves aliens. Do you claim to be foreigners, and can you prove it at once?"

The question was so palpably absurd that Gordon and the surgeon stared at him in amazement for a moment, then, turning to each other, burst into a hearty laugh. Their merriment was of brief duration, however. The colonel glared at them angrily, then, in a voice of thunder, ordered several soldiers, standing near by in evident readiness, to advance.

At the first sign of hostile demonstration, the two young officers became grave, then Jack strode up to the irate commandant and asked, in the same language, with some heat:

"Senor, am I to understand that this is serious? Do you really mean to force us to act as soldiers in the ranks of your company?"

"Preposterous, sir!" interrupted Lovering, contemptuously shaking off a detaining hand placed on his shoulder by one of the guards, and, confronting the official, he continued: "This is a farce not to our liking, sir. We are naval officers from the United States Steamship Wampum, lying at the Boca; and you will please cease this pleasantry at once, or the outrage shall be reported. Come, Gordon, do not bandy further words with him."

"All right, George," replied the young cadet in English, "but I say, old fellow, I believe we will have trouble before we get out of this. That man is growing wrathy. Hadn't we better explain how we happen to be here at this time? You know that during these periodical revolutions they carry things with a high hand, and I don't believe they would hesitate to do even worse than to make us help fight their foolish battles."

Before Lovering could reply, the Argentine officer interposed, and commanded the corporal to conduct them to an adjacent barracks. By this time the party was surrounded by a large crowd of officials and soldiers. Several younger officers joined the commandant, and it was evident by their hostile actions that they coincided with that worthy in his determination.

Jack had stepped to the side of his friend and, dropping his satchel to the floor, stood with clenched fists. It was a striking tableau, and one very liable to turn into a tragedy. To make matters worse, the sound of heavy firing came from the direction of the city. Rattle after rattle of musketry, the occasional deep reports from field artillery, and with every lull a series of noises not unlike the morning serenade of a menagerie  --- the voice of the people.

George Lovering quickly saw the wisdom of his companion's advice about explaining matters as much as possible. It was necessary to do something at once, or else there would be witnessed a strange anomaly  --- American officers forced to fight under a foreign flag. It was an outrage not to be tolerated, so, obedient to a rather quaint nature, he calmly took a cigar from his pocket, lighted it, and after a quiet puff or two, said, blandly:

"Now, look here, senor; you are, wasting valuable time impressing two very poor soldiers. Those significant sounds from the front no doubt appeal strongly to your martial bosom, and I am loath to offer any obstacle to your impending feast of enjoyment. Permit me to briefly explain the situation: This gentleman is Naval Cadet Gordon, of the American Corvette Wampum, carrying ten guns, all breechloaders, and ready for action at any moment, and I am Assistant Surgeon Lovering, of the same vessel. We have been up country on a month's leave of absence, but, hearing of the revolution, made haste to return to our ship. We were detained at Rosario by lack of transportation, but, through the courtesy of Lieutenant Alvarado, of the artillery, were permitted to come by special train. I presume this explanation will be sufficient? Shall we say buenos noches and success to you?"

The commandant's face was a study. When Lovering commenced his harangue, the officer had just raised his right arm with a last peremptory gesture, but, amazed beyond measure at what he thought was the cool impudence of the other, he kept it elevated until at last it dropped by degrees to its natural position.

His countenance grew more fiery at every word, and, when George concluded with the salutation, he choked out an answer remarkable for its wealth of Spanish expletives. However, they interpreted it to be a demand for ocular proof of their identity;  --- a paper or commission bearing their names and rank.

"Nothing but a letter without the envelope," replied Lovering, shrugging his shoulders, "and that's in English, of course. I believe he is in dead earnest, and we run a good chance of smelling powder before morning. However, take it cool, and if they try to force us away, go under protest. It would be madness to offer physical resistance to this mob. By the way, the colonel seems to be under the influence of liquor, and that will partially explain his outrageous conduct. Here, I will have another go at him."

"Senor," to the commandant, "what you ask is impossible just at present. We have nothing to prove our identity. In fact we labored under the delusion that in a free republic like this it was not necessary to carry one's personal history on a placard for the edification of the authorities. If you will kindly send some one to the ship with us it will be easy to convince you."

"No! no! Too much time has already been wasted. The city is in a state of siege and martial law prevails. This paper empowers me to act as I see fit, and I will certainly compel you to serve in the defense of the government. If you can afterward prove what you say, his ex cellency will no doubt make reparation. I will be con siderate enough to advise, you to go quietly, else -- " The accompanying gesture was highly suggestive, and one not lost on the two young Americans. They were certainly sensible enough to see that the best plan would be to submit to the inevitable, and to trust to an escape afterward.

To argue further with the commandant in his present condition was not to be thought of. He evidently regarded his power under the document granted by the president as but little short of that worthy's own, without the responsibility incurred therewith, and the potent effect of unlimited liquor had also added its usual quota to his bumptiousness.

The situation bore a tinge of ludicrousness only exceeded by its absurdity, and would not have been possible under any other circumstances. The excitement aroused by the revolution, and the lawless character of most South American armies during interstate trouble had caused the outrage.

Absurd or not, the fact impressed itself on Gordon and Lovering that obey they must; so, submitting with as good grace as possible, they fel1 in between two lines of soldiers and marched out of the station.

Ten minutes had not elapsed since the arrival of their train, but in that time two others had rolled into the depot, bringing regiment after regiment of the provincial guards. It was evident that the revolution, only in existence since early morning, had assumed unusual proportions, and from the hubbub plainly discernible outside there promised to be hot work before long.

"If it wasn't for the fact that we are forced to go, Doc, I would rather enjoy the chance of seeing action," said Jack, as they reached the door. From the look of professional enthusiasm on his manly face, he meant it. He had not found much warlike experience since entering the service three years previous, and, from all appearances, he would have spent thrice his nineteen years of age before seeing a gun fired in hostile combat. Now, the military preparations in progress around him, and the close proximity of a real live engagement made him a willing defender of Argentine's threatened capital.

Both he and George Lovering were from the same Western State, and their friendship had commenced in the common schools of their mutual birthplace. George entered a medical college, and on graduating gained admission into the medical department of the navy. On his advice young Jack applied to the district Congressman for permission to compete at the local examination for the appointment to Annapolis, and won it. After, spending three years in the historic old school, learning not only the science of navigation and a multitude of other needful arts, but also how to be and to remain always a gentleman, with all that the much-abused word implies, he was sent to sea on the same vessel George had been ordered to. Thrown together in the close intercourse of ship life, their boyish friendship was strengthened, and it worked to the well-being of both.

The Wampum had been several months on the South Atlantic station when the revolution broke out. There had been rumors of trouble current for some time, but little heed was paid to them, as the politics of our sister republics are seldom quiet; so when Gordon and Lovering asked for leave it was granted at once. The reader knows the subsequent results.

As Jack and the young surgeon emerged on the Pasco de Julio with their guard, a troop of cavalry dashed off in the direction of the plaza, but, wheeling before the government house was reached, came thundering back, followed by a shrieking shell, which burst in the midst of the rear platoon, unhorsing a score.

An excited lieutenant, leading the retreat, jumped to the ground with a haste which sent him on his hands and knees, but, quickly scrambling erect, he rushed wildly into the station, shouting:

"The fleet has revolted and is opening fire!"

The effect was magical. In the space of a moment the depot was empty. Struggling, scrambling through doors, and windows, irrespective of companies or batteries, the soldiers darted from the spot and fled up Calle Piedad with a unanimous destination  --- the other side of the city.

Gordon and Lovering were at first carried away by the rush, and found themselves half-way up the street before being able to escape from the terror-stricken mob; but by dint of hard work they managed to slip into a convenient doorway, where they crouched in the darkness, listening with bated breath to the tumult of the retreat.

"Well," whispered Jack, after they had waited several minutes in silence, "this is a pretty go, to say the least. What on earth can have gotten into these people? I never saw such cowards."

"Sh-sh-sh!" warned Lovering, forcing the middy further back into the dim recesses of the hallway. An unusual light had suddenly superseded the blackness of the night  --- a red glare like that of an extensive conflagration, and the crackling of flames could be heard even above the rumble of the distant conflict. The shells of the fleet had done their deadly work.

To the young officers this threatened exposure of their hiding-place was far from pleasant. The experience of the last few minutes had plainly shown them that a sojourn in the erstwhile peaceful city of Buenos Ayres was but little different from an enforced residence in Bedlam.

They did not object to a little fighting, because that was strictly in their line of business, but, as their old admiral had once said, "When you fight, my son, let it be under the glorious Stars and Stripes, and then fight like thunder." They were both capable of fighting like "thunder" when they had a patriotic interest in the combat, but their imperative orders to report on board the Wampum without loss of time caused them to think of returning at once.

To do that required a passage through a large part of the city, and a walk of at least an hour in the very center of the disturbed quarter. All local trains connecting with the Boca, where the vessel lay, had been taken off several hours previous, and a carriage could not be obtained at any price. The only way left was to stick to the byways and hug the friendly shade of every secluded thoroughfare.

Their present quarters were but little better than the open street as regards concealment. The flames from a burning building just across the way cast a ruddy glow into the hall, rendering them plainly visible to any passerby.

"Let us leave this and try for the Boca," suggested the young surgeon, after this fact became apparent. "I don't think we will see anything more of our esteemed friend, the commandant; by this time he ought to be clear of the city. Did you notice him in that crowd running up the street?"

"Yes, I saw him. I think the fright he received from that shell will cool his martial ardor for a while. But which road had we better take? I believe a dash across the plaza, then by way of the Calle Defensa to General Brown is the safest."

"It's rather open to the fleet."

"Oh, I don't care a rap for the shells. You only take the chances of war of getting hit by one, whereas a man pointing a gun at you has a target in sight."

"Right you are, Jack" coincided Lovering, with a quiet laugh at the middy's philosophy. "Of two evils choose the least, eh? Come on."

Leaving the hallway, they paused for a moment at the portal, and glanced up and down Calle Piedad. Not a soul was in sight. The entire street seemed bare and deserted, but from the obscurity of the upper end came an occasional rattle of firearms. The fire across the way was still burning briskly, so they made haste to leave the neighborhood.

Beyond the railway station for several hundred yards was a space clear of buildings and open to the harbor. Through this they could see the dim outlines of several vessels crawling along the inner shoals, and every now and then illuminating the night by a momentary flash of red flame. The distant report of modern rifles came to their ears, an afterlude to the spiteful whir of the shells as they flew past overhead. Cries of anguish or terror came borne on the wavering breeze from adjacent houses, and to put a finishing touch to the scene of carnage, a battery of government artillery unlimbered their pieces in the very center of the park, and fired haphazard down the various ways diverging therefrom.

"We cannot get past the plaza here," cried Gordon, calling a halt under the protecting walls of the government house. "It would be certain death to run the gauntlet of that mob. We will have to go back and up Piedad a couple of blocks."

Keeping close to the buildings, they walked hastily along the street they had just left, and, turning a corner several squares distant from the station, ran unexpectedly into a barricade of cobblestones stretched across the road. Before they had time to retreat a voice challenged them.

"Quien viva?" (Who comes there?)

"Friends, foreigners," quickly replied Lovering, but in an instant several armed men had scrambled over the breastworks, and, despite their resistance, dragged them into the temporary fortification. Once inside, a gun was thrust into their hands, and a dark-faced man with a blood-stained bandage tied around his head, apparently the captain, sternly bade them fire when directed.

"And remember," he added with a scowl, "that the second either of you shows sign of treachery, you will be shot down like dogs."

"You will have to pay for this outrage," expostulated Jack, hotly. "We are naval officers from the Wampum and don't intend to fight your battles for you. Release us this instant or the American consul will be notified, and reparation demanded at the muzzle of a gun."

"That for your consul and your guns!" responded the officer, snapping his fingers derisively. "Here you are, and you will have to fight or suffer the consequences. Anyway, how do I know you are Yankees. I have only your word for it, and you speak Spanish like natives. But probably you are too cowardly to  --- "

Before he could finish the sentence Gordon sprang on him like a tiger. Both went down together under the force of the attack, and rolled from side to side of the narrow space. It was so sudden that George did not have time to interfere. Now, seeing the great danger the middy had placed them in, he hurriedly cocked his rifle and shouted:

"Keep back! I will kill the first man that interferes!"

The barricade was crowded with men. It was probably that fact only which saved the young officers. For a moment everybody was mixed up in indescribable confusion, and the pandemonium could be heard blocks away. Then, to the great relief of the surgeon, Jack scrambled to his feet apparently unhurt, but with clothes torn almost into tatters. Catching up a musket lying close at hand, he called to Lovering to follow him, and jumped over the barricade. Once on the other side they both crouched flat on the ground. It was just in time. A perfect hailstorm of bullets flew over their heads, striking the adjacent houses. Amid the crashing of glass and the angry spat of the lead as it struck the adobe walls, came a ringing cheer. Then, to the terror and consternation of the soldiers inside, a volley rang out from the roof of a two-story mansion immediately abreast, mowing them down like grain before a reaper.

For a brief space the men caught in the trap remained motionless with surprise, then all who were left alive rallied and made for the house. Once under its walls, all danger from the sharpshooters above was past. With them went Gordon and Lovering, equally as anxious to get out of the way of the leaden hail.

It was apparent that the opposition party, learning of the barricade thrown up on this particular street, had established one of their famous cantonments on the roof just overhead, and, seeing their chance when the disturbance took place, opened fire with disastrous effect. The construction of the houses in Buenos Ayres  --- in fact, in all South American cities  --- renders this manner of street fighting peculiarly effective. The memorable defeat of the English general, Havelock, who, on entering the city with his forces, was almost annihilated by sharpshooters stationed on the flat housetops, is a case in point. The narrow width of the streets converted them into defenseless shambles. The situation of the young officers was a little better than before. They were huddled together with a score of government soldiers, the leader of whom was the man Jack had just assaulted. He had scrambled erect imme diately after the middy, and was now one of the party under the sheltering walls, but apparently all animosity had disappeared. From his actions and language he was endeavoring to induce his command to storm the cantonment. The door leading to the interior was directly before them, and it would, from all appearances, take but few blows to open it. Grasping a gun from one of his men, the captain commenced to beat on the panels, at the same time ordering others to his assistance.

He was speedily obeyed, and under their united efforts the door gave way, revealing a short hallway leading to a flight of steps. With a shout the soldiers disappeared into the interior, leaving Jack and the surgeon at the portal.

"Now is our chance to escape," exclaimed the latter, looking hastily up and down the street. "Come on, Jack. By keeping close to the houses we can slip around the corner and  ---"

He was suddenly interrupted by a cry for help coming from above. It was the voice of a woman, and imme diately following came a wild scream which sent the hot blood into their faces. With one accord they abandoned their plan of escape, and ran toward the stairs.

Gordon and Lovering made for the light on reaching the top of the stairs, but one rapid glance showed that the room was empty. Several doors leading out of it were hastily examined, with the same results. They stood non-plused waiting for some sound that would lead them to the person evidently in peril, but nothing could be heard save the hubbub created above.

"Suppose we search the front rooms," suggested Jack, "and if we cannot find any person we'll take a look on the roof."

"It is very queer," replied George, as he followed the middy. "I am sure the cries came from up here."

The house was evidently inhabited by people well off in worldly goods. All the furniture seemed of the rich est description, and a cultured taste was shown by various bric-a-brac adorning every apartment.

The room facing the street opened from the hall, and directly opposite it was a narrow flight of steps leading to the roof. Gordon tried the knob of the door, and found it locked. He was just turning away, when a masculine voice from within called out in Spanish:

"Dare to enter and I will fire. I am armed, and will defend myself to the last. Go your way; we have nothing to do with this disgraceful revolution."

The words were spoken with a decided English accent.

Jack and Lovering exchanged glances.

"Answer him," motioned the surgeon.

The middy first knocked, and then replied:

"We are officers from the United States steamship Wampum, and, happening to hear some one calling for help, came up to see if we could render any assistance."

"Thank Heaven!" the voice exclaimed fervently, and the door cautiously opened a few inches; then it was thrown back, and an old man stepped into the hall. Be hind him stood a young girl, not over seventeen. Her face was pale, and a frightened look about the eyes showed that it was probably she who had uttered the cry.

Gordon instinctively glanced down at his disheveled apparel, and bowed ceremoniously.

"My friend, Assistant Surgeon Lovering, and myself are at your service," he said, simply. "Have you been attacked by those soldiers?"

"Not attacked, but expecting to be at any moment," the old gentleman replied; then, stepping forward, he extended a hand to each, and added in a voice choked with emotion: "I am heartily glad to see you, sirs. My daughter here and I are the only persons left in the house. Our cowardly servants fled at the first sign of danger, and we, not knowing where to take refuge, remained here. We thought the fighting would not come down this way, until that barricade was constructed toward evening. We then retired to an inner room to wait until morning, but it seems that a party of the revolutionists, having reached our roof from the adjacent houses, fired on the soldiers in the street."

"Although understanding by the sounds that they were above us, we did not anticipate danger until the government troops burst open the lower door and entered the house. We were then in a back room, but were driven out of it by four or five of the brutes, who, forcing the door on their way up, fired several shots at me. Luckily none of them took effect."

"Yes, luckily indeed," replied Lovering, with a glance at the young lady. "But they have almost ceased firing on the roof, or else the fight is transferred to another house. I only hear an occasional shot, and they seem fainter. As all danger is apparently past, I think I will run up and see if there are any poor wretches in need of a surgeon's aid. Jack, you had better remain here until I come back."

"You are an honor to your profession, sir," exclaimed the old gentleman, again shaking hands with Lovering. "It will be a worthy action. Here, take this revolver; you may need it. If we can do anything to help the wounded, just call down the stairs. Probably your friend had better go with you. I think we are safe here now, and if anything has happened up there you will require assistance."

There was force in his argument, so the two young officers started above, leaving their new acquaintances to retire inside and await their return. On reaching the roof, Jack and Lovering, tried, by the aid of a hand lantern they had brought with them, to see if any of the wounded had been left behind.

The night was still quite dark, but off toward the east a gradual brightening of the sky proclaimed the rising of a full moon. All sounds of the conflict had died away, and the neighboring housetops appeared to be deserted. The lamp's rays did not penetrate very far, so they proceeded cautiously to examine every part of the roof.

Jack went ahead with the light, and Lovering walked close behind, listening intently. Suddenly the middy stumbled and almost fell. As he recovered himself the object against which his foot had struck moved slightly, and they heard a feeble groan. "By Jove! It's a wounded man," exclaimed George, taking the lantern and stooping over so he could see his face. Then, instinctively placing his hand on the man's pulse, he continued: "What is the matter? Where are you hurt?"

For a moment there was no answer. The injured soldier, for so he seemed to be, breathed heavily, and moaned with pain, then, slightly lifting his head after great exertion, replied, in Spanish:

"Oh! senores, for the love of humanity, bring me some water. I am dying. Here," putting his hand on his breast, "a bullet struck me at the beginning of the fight and I have been lying without aid ever since."

"Jack!" cried Lovering, but the middy had disappeared, and, almost as he spoke, returned with a cup of water and a little wine in a flask. Taking them from him, the young surgeon speedily poured a small quantity down the poor wretch's throat. The generous vintage had an immediate effect. Struggling into a sitting position, assisted by George, he appeared more easy.

Lovering started to open his shirt so as to try and check the bleeding, but he was interrupted by the man, who, after a violent fit of coughing, exclaimed:

"No use, senor, I am almost gone. In a few minutes I will be in a better world. But you have been kind to me, and kindness is something I have had little experience with in my life. I can make you rich, far beyond your wildest dreams. I am without family, and the secret which I have guarded for years would have died with me, but your friendly hand has changed my purpose. Here, cut this cord around my neck. Attached to it you will find a package sewed in leather, which will explain all."

"Never mind that, my man," expostulated Lovering. "Let me see if I can stop the hemorrhage."

"No, no! I tell you it will be useless. Do as I ask you; it is a dying man's request."

More for the purpose of humoring him than anything else, George held the lamp while Gordon drew a small, tightly wrapped package from underneath his shirt. It was curiously shaped, and looked very like a flattened ball. The outer cover was of leather, with the sewed seams apparently varnished to exclude water. The soldier's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw it.

"Do not open it now," he said, faintly. "Wait until, I am gone, and may the knowledge you learn bring more to you than it has to me. My name is Manuel Garcia. I was born in Spain, and how I happened to  --- to ----" His voice had grown so weak they could barely hear it; then it failed suddenly, and Lovering felt a convulsive motion of the body. He tried to force a little wine into his mouth, but it was too late, the man had breathed his last. After working over him a little while longer they reluctantly gave it up and returned to the floor below.

As they passed from the roof, a vagrant gust of wind brought to their ears the faraway sounds of musketry, and an occasional deep, sullen boom of cannon. To their joy and relief, it appeared to come from the other side of the city, away from the direction of the Boca. If the fighting had drifted that way, it would now be an easy matter to report on board the Wampum.

Their new acquaintances were awaiting them in the hall below, and seemed very glad they had returned in safety. The young girl appeared to have recovered from her previous terror, and greeted the two officers with a friendly smile. The old gentleman led the way to the front room. Before entering, George drew him to one side, and briefly explained what had happened on the roof, adding that the body had better remain there for the present.

"Now, I think it is time we introduced ourselves, gentlemen," said their host, in a bluff, good-natured manner, "I am Silas Goodrich, an American from old Massachusetts, down here for a pleasure trip of several months, and this is my daughter Marie."

Gordon and Lovering bowed acknowledgments.

"I have heard of you, I think, Mr. Goodrich," replied the former. "Is not that your steam yacht moored astern of the Wampum?"

"Yes, that is mine. She is called the Marie, after my little girl here, and a more roomy and comfortable craft for her speed is not to be found afloat. I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you aboard some day in the near future."

"Thank you; we shall certainly grasp the opportunity, as I admire her lines very much. But, speaking of the Wampum reminds me that we have not explained how we happen to be ashore at such a critical time."

The middy thereupon stated in a few words the events which led to their being present in Mr. Goodrich's house, and as he dwelt with a natural eloquence on the stirring adventures of the night, the fair young face of Marie brightened and glowed with an interest in the narrator and his theme which proved most flattering to him.

After several minutes more of mutual explanation, the conversation reverted to their present situation. Gordon and Lovering, although desirous of reporting on board from a sense of duty, yet felt it incumbent to remain in case another disturbance took place in that vicinity. On informing Mr. Goodrich of their intention, he expostulated at first, but at last assured them of his feeling of greater security in their presence.

It was decided that the gentlemen should remain during the night, and for Marie to retire in an adjoining room, which she did with many protestations and declarations that she could not possibly sleep.

Presently, after their host had talked a while on Argentine politics and revolutions, a subject he seemed very familiar with, Jack happened to think of the package.

"I say, Lovering," he asked, suddenly, "have you shown Mr. Goodrich that leather affair we got from that poor fellow?"

"Not yet," replied George, taking it from his pocket. "I had almost forgotten it. Suppose we open the package now. I confess to a great curiosity concerning the contents."

Removing the outer cover after much labor, he dis closed to view a bundle of greasy and time stained papers folded into a thick wad. All gathered around a center table, and the old gentleman lighted the entire chandelier in his eagerness. Lovering carefully separated the sheets and spread them out, side by side. The first was a rude map showing part of what seemed to be an island. It was marked by two crosses and a star, and in the upper corner was an explanation of the signs, written in a labored hand.

There were three other papers, ordinary English note, covered with a writing which zigzagged and scrawled in uneven lines. They had been numbered, but on comparing them it was found that four were missing.

"It is a shame!" exclaimed the middy, in a disappointed tone. "I am certain this means a very important secret, and here we are balked; but read what's there, George; maybe we can get an idea from them."

The young surgeon held the sheets close to the light, and with difficulty spelled out the following remarkable document:

BUENOS AYRES, July 14, 18--.

Being the only scholard in this hear party I'm asked to sett down and depose as to how the barque Santer Marier went ashore on terre del fueger and what happened us four seamen on that inhorspitabel coast, being all that wuz saved of the crew. The way it happened about wuz this. The old man, he's dead now and a blazing and more power to his elbow, put her on the beach hizself for the surance but he made a misteak and struck in the wrong place and got the worst of it. There wuz four on us whose names is below, who reached land all right. It wuz colder than a dog's nose and we liked to freezed at first but we scraped a fire and lived two days in sight of the Santer Marier's bones. Then striking inland to find a settlement of Indians we traveled a long time living on birds and what we could pick up and after days of suffering we got into an awful mess which no man would believe but it is like a night mare to me now and I will explain. We all tumbled down one day into a big pit which wuz hotter than the one where the skipper is and then a lot of funny looking people came and  ---

This was the end of the second sheet. Numbers three, four, five, and six were missing. Lovering picked up the remaining one and continued:

 --- counted as much as one thousand chunks of gold, reel old stuff, and we air not good at counting nuther. There wuz also stones which sparkled like fire, and other things. It's easy got at if you know how, and I won't say any more because this explanation is enuff and I wouldn't have writ it if that dago Garcia, hadn't wanted it for some reason or other. We got away all right and I made a map to show how to git back. We four air going to raise the stuff and git the gold, and the directions is on the map. Hear is our names.

BILL WILSON, carpenter.

JOHN CARNOW, able seamen.

JIM DUFFY, able seameen [sic].

MANUEL GARCIA, ordinary seamen.

After George had ceased reading they sat silently looking at the papers and the map, then Goodrich arose to his feet and, slapping his hand on the table, exclaimed:

"Well, this is wonderful. If we only had the others, with a better explanation, I think the means to search for this treasure would be easily forthcoming."

He glanced significantly at his companions.

"By Jove! probably they are in his clothes," suggested Gordon, hastily; then, grasping the lantern, he rushed from the room. In less than five minutes they heard a clatter on the stairs, and the middy ran in, exclaiming:

"He is gone! The body isn't there!"

"No; I searched everywhere, and even looked on the roof next door. It is very queer."

"I do not remember hearing anybody walking overhead since the fight," said Mr. Goodrich, "but it is just possible some of his comrades might have returned to remove the dead. You know we have been pretty well oc cupied with this package of papers."

"That must be the case," returned George, taking up the sheets from the table and looking over them again. Suddenly he started and exclaimed: "Hello! what's this? Here is more writing on the back of the map. It is such a scrawl I can hardly make it out. What in the deuce is that word?"

Placing the paper flat on the table, all three tried to decipher several lines written, or, rather, printed in faded red ink. After considerable work they managed to piece together the following:

Bill Wilsun, January 3, B. Ayres, gun

Jno. Karnow, Jul. 7, Montavido, nife.

Jim Duffi, Jul. 7. Montavido, nife.

The trio glanced significantly at each other for a moment, then Jack spoke up, saying:

"The miserable scoundrel! He has murdered those men to secure the treasure for himself. He has richly deserved his fate, but it is a pity he didn't live to be hanged."

"That's so, by Jove!" exclaimed Lovering. "Well, well; we seem to be the legatees of a blood-stained, crime-strewn secret which has already caused the death of three men, and brought no luck to a fourth. I am not superstitious, but I think it would have been just as well if we had not fallen heir to it."

Prophetic words!

Old Mr. Goodrich had drawn up a chair close to the table, and was deeply intent in studying the contents of the mysterious package. He read every word slowly and carefully, then, bringing an atlas from the adjoining room, compared a map of Terra del Fuego, the southernmost land of the South American continent, with the crudely drawn map accompanying the papers.

After a while he leaned back in his chair, and, placing his hands together in a favorite attitude, pondered long and deeply. The young officers, noticing his preoccupation, remained silently watching him. For the first time since making his acquaintance they had an opportunity of closely observing the features of their new friend. He seemed to be a man of about fifty years, but it is possible the almost perfectly white hair falling in thick, wavy folds over his forehead gave him a more aged appearance than was really the case. The face was full and prepossessing, and around the eyes were lines which are always associated with a generous and kindly nature. Gordon and George felt attracted to him at once, and when they next spoke, it was with an increased respect and liking.

Presently Mr. Goodrich stirred, and, removing his glasses, slowly wiped them, the while looking keenly at his companions.

"Now, my friends," he commenced, speaking deliberately and as if he had fully made up his mind, "I have a proposition to make; but first I want to ask a few questions. What do you think of this affair?"

Jack and Lovering exchanged glances, each waiting for the other to speak; then the middy, in obedience to a mo tion, acted as spokesman.

"I believe the thing is genuine, sir," he replied, emphatically. "You know the interior of Terra del Fuego is a terra incognito, and it might be immensely rich in minerals. As to the peculiar people the document speaks of, well, what do we know to the contrary?"

"Yes, and this Manuel Garcia would have no reason for lying that I know of," added Lovering, suggestively.

"I believe it is true, myself," admitted Mr. Goodrich, frankly. "Now, another question. Would it be possible for you boys to obtain a furlough of, say, six months, from the ship?"

"Easily, by telegraphing to the Navy Department at Washington, and giving a good reason," quickly replied Jack, seeing the drift of the old gentleman's queries. The very idea thus foreshadowed caused him to fee1so elated that he could have danced a jig on the center table. He waited eagerly for the next question.

"Well, will you, Mr. Gordon, and will you, Mr. Lovering, form a stock company with me to secure this treasure? Wait  --- hold a minute; what I mean by a stock company is one simply between ourselves. You two lads subscribe muscle and common sense, and I'll furnish the collateral."

"Will we? Whoop!" shouted Jack. As for George, all he could do was to sit and listen helplessly to the magician who had thrown open the gates to a realm of wealth in such a generous manner.

Mr. Goodrich leaned back and enjoyed the varying expressions on their faces with a zest not to be measured by words. Being a man whom the school of adversity had taught a quickness of decision, he had not required much time to decide the question. Moreover, he had taken a great liking to both, and was desirous of showing his appreciation of their assistance that night.

So far as he could judge at present, it might only mean a pleasant trip down south, and probably an excursion inland in a comparatively unknown country. His fifty odd years of life had not exhausted the leaven of romance in his nature, and it must be confessed that he even felt some of the joyousness of his younger companions.

"You need not answer, boys," he said at last. "I can see that you are perfectly willing, and  ---"

"Willing, sir," interrupted the middy, "why, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness and generosity. Even the chance of running down there and looking around would be almost enough pleasure, not mentioning the possible lucre that paper speaks about."

"Mr. Goodrich," added Lovering, rising to his feet and grasping the old gentleman's hand, "I can hardly believe our good fortune is true. I think I can speak for both Jack and myself in saying that we accept your proposition in the spirit it is offered."

"Well, boys, you are entirely welcome," he replied, heartily; then, drawing his chair up to the table again, he readjusted his glasses and continued, laughingly: "Now that the stock company is formed, we had better name it and figure our assets and liabilities. It is now one o'clock, and, as you intend staying until daylight, we shall have plenty of time to map out the whole affair. As for the assets, they will include a balance at the bank sufficient for our needs, and the steam yacht Marie."

Jack's eyes sparkled at the last item.

"Now for a name. What do you say to 'The Terra del Fuegan Treasure Company, Limited?' That embraces about everything."

Of course there was not one dissenting vote, so that part of it was settled. After a further parley, Mr. Goodrich was elected president and treasurer, Lovering secre tary and surgeon-in-ordinary of the expedition, and Jack manager and superintendent.

The old man had an object in view by this apparent byplay. He wished to make the young officers feel they were equally as interested financially as himself. He dwelt largely on the fact that the document belonged to them; and also made a point by saying that it was simply a financial investment carrying certain risks.

During the balance of the night preliminary plans for setting out on the trip were perfected. It transpired that the Marie could not be ready for at least four weeks, as certain repairs on her engines were needed. That would give ample time for securing the furloughs and laying in stores.

Just before daybreak Mr. Goodrich drew up a formal document, embracing the statutes of the new company, which they all signed with much solemnity. This was folded and carefully placed together with the original papers in a strong box.

It was now growing light, and the yellow flame of the gas-jets were becoming garish and pale. During the past six hours only an occasional rumble from a great distance showed that the revolution still continued.

Gordon and Lovering concluded to leave early and report on board, promising to return that same day if pos sible. Not wishing to awaken Marie, they bade the old gentleman good-by, and quietly left the house. Jack had managed to repair his clothing sufficiently well to pass muster, and a hat borrowed from their host, several sizes too large for him, completed his rather startling costume.

There were few people astir, and the general expression of those would hardly lead one to believe that a desperate hand-to-hand fight had taken place in front or their doors only a few hours previously.

It is possible that revolutions in that periodically disturbed country had grown monotonous, and were no more taken notice of than political campaigns in the greater republic.

To Jack and the young surgeon this apathy was sur prising, and as they hurried along, intent on obtaining some conveyance to the Boca, they almost doubted that the events of the night had really occurred. The sight, however, of several bodies lying huddled up at one side of a street crossing convinced them.

On reaching Calle Florida, the principal thoroughfare, a cab was sighted jogging along as if in search of stray fares. They speedily induced the coachman to carry them at a rapid speed to their destination, arriving there, however, just in time to see the lofty masts of the Wampum passing through the lower channel, en route to the outer anchorage, seven miles distant.

"Confound it!" exclaimed the middy, wrathfully. "That is just our luck. Now we will have to wait for the ship chandler's launch or hire a special tug."

"Well, we will postpone doing the latter until we secure some of that Fuegan gold," replied Lovering, grimly. "It only costs thirty or forty dollars, and I am not wealthy enough just at present. Suppose we drop in at Forbes' and see when he intends sending out to the ship."

Suiting the action to the word, they called at the purveyor's, and learned that a boat would not be dispatched to the man-of-war before ten o'clock. It was now seven, and there remained three hours of time to utilize. As they had had nothing to eat since leaving Rosario the previous morning, a restaurant was hunted up, and the inner man attended to.

The disturbing influences of the revolution had not extended out here, and, with the exception of an occasional body of troops passing through from the country, nothing indicated the onward progress of the fatal attack on the government. The fleet had ceased firing some time during the night, and was now resting on its laurels. From the flagship floated a white flag, which probably meant a temporary armistice. The young officers learned afterward that representatives from the different foreign vessels present had expostulated in emphatic terms against such an unwarranted bombardment of a defenceless city.

After leaving the restaurant, Gordon and Lovering strolled along the water front to pass the time, and talked over the all-engrossing topic of the expedition. Happening to glance over toward the Platense repair docks, the latter saw a steam yacht moored there.

"I say, Jack," he exclaimed, pointing her out with his finger, "isn't that Mr. Goodrich's yacht? There; that one with the rakish funnel and masts."

"Why, yes, that is she," replied the middy, suddenly interested. "Suppose we go over and take a look at her."

Lovering willingly agreed; so, taking a rowboat at the dock, they were soon alongside.

The Marie was a well-constructed, compact craft of about three hundred tons burden. She carried two masts, rigged as a schooner, with a light monkey yard on the fore for signaling purposes. As seen from a short distance, she presented a very trim run, and looked capable of showing her heels to the majority of pleasure yachts of her size. The sides were painted black, but a broad gold hand running from the carved figurehead  --- a woman's face  --- relieved the somber effect. Like the generality of American yachts, she carried a flush deck, with the usual number of companionways and ornamental skylights.

Just abaft the foremast was a very large and roomy pilot-house, which probably served as a lounge and smoking- room also. An awning stretched over the quarterdeck gave promise of a pleasant promenade, and, as the middy and Lovering ran alongside, they mentally congratulated themselves on having the opportunity of sailing in her.

At first, after reaching the deck, no one appeared in sight, but presently a woolly head was thrust out of the after companionway, and a young negro lad, clothed in a neat yachting uniform, emerged.

He seemed to be about sixteen, and quite black, but as he approached nearer they saw that he possessed a startling incongruity  --- fiery red hair of the most pronounced hue. As Jack explained afterward, it looked like an angry flame bursting from a lump of coal. It was cer tainly a startling contrast, to say the least.

"Good-mawning, gentlemen," he greeted them, politely removing his cap. "Is you wanting to see anyone?"

"Not at present," replied Gordon, hardly able to remove his eyes from the boy's head. "We are friends of Mr. Goodrich, and have come on board to look around at his invitation. Are you in charge?"

"No, sah; I'se de cabin-boy, but capting, he's gone ashore to see dis awful revolution, an' I'se about the only pusson aboard. Marster Goodrich's friends am allus welcome, an' if you will let me show you around I'll do it with pleasure, sah."

An increased respect was noticeable in his manner on learning they were friends of the owner, and, with his capacious mouth extended from ear to ear in a conciliatory grin, he led the way to the after cabin.

It was of generous size and handsomely furnished. A hard wood partition, with curtains extending across the forward end, separated the dining-room from the saloon proper, and, opening on either side, were several small but very cozy staterooms. As usual, one occupying the entire width of the vessel aft was reserved for the owner. Swinging chandeliers, glass racks, a well secured picture or two, and a thick-woven Brussels carpet added to the comfortable interior.

"What is your name?" asked Jack, as their sable guide conducted them into the engine-room.

"Sam, sah; Sam Sorreltop. That's what dey all calls me, an' I 'spects that's my name. At leastwise, I done got no other."

"Well, it has the merit of being appropriate," laughed George, "and that is more than the most of us can say."

"You are right, there," the middy chimed in. "Look at that pilot who brought us out of New York. His name was Christian, and he swore so the chaplain had to rig preventer braces on his converts."

The machinery was evidently undergoing repairs, as the general untidiness of the engine-room and a number of tools lying about indicated the presence of workmen. They next visited the wheelhouse, and, after spending several minutes inspecting the appliances for steering by steam, gave Sam a pecuniary token and started ashore. It was nearly ten o'clock, but, as the market launch left a dock hard by, they were in ample time. On arriving at the ship they were greeted with open arms by the junior officers, who declared they had considered them victims of Argentine bullets, and were, in fact, bitterly disappointed because such a splendid opportunity for getting revenge and action at the same time had been lost. Paying little heed to their comrades' badinage, they changed uniforms and reported to the captain.

That grave and experienced officer listened to their explanations with the air of one whom thirty years of active service could not allow a single expression of emo tion. However, he did use a nautical phrase much in vogue among old-school graduates of the profane sea, when Jack, wishing to strike while the iron was hot, boldly asked permission to apply to the department for six months' leave of absence.

It required all the persuasive powers of both, and a partial description of their plans, to induce him to yield, but when he once did give his consent he showed a latent kindness of heart by offering to cable personally to Washington. In regard to their being forced by the com mandant to join his company at the railway station, the captain stated that it would be impossible to do much in the matter with such irresponsible parties, but he would I report the affair to the minister.

Highly elated, they returned to the "steerage country" where junior officers are berthed, and prepared for another trip ashore. Just before leaving, word came off that a general armistice had been declared, which, to one versed in South American politics, would mean the actual triumph of one party or the other for several months at least.

Owing to the explanation given the captain, they obtained permission to stay on shore until word was received from the Secretary of the Navy, "on condition," grimly added the old officer, "that they would bring him enough gold to fill a hollow tooth."

It was late in the afternoon, when they reached Mr. Goodrich's house, but he was at home, evidently expect ing them, and the hearty greeting he extended was very gratifying to both. Marie also seemed pleased , to renew their acquaintance, and when Jack gallantly inquired after her health, in tones worthy of the most weighty import, she rewarded him with a glance from her dark, sparkling eyes which set his heart going "pit-a-pat," as he explained it.

As the household was again organized and in running order, the old gentleman insisted they should make their home with him until the day of sailing, a proposition they were not slow in accepting, for several reasons. The evening was spent in agreeable conversation, and when they at last retired it was with the feeling that they had known Mr. Goodrich and his charming daughter for years, not hours.

Having made his money early in life, a fact which, as he expressed it, chained him body and soul to the desk during his best days, he had started to see the world in a unique way. The project was delayed until Marie, a motherless child, had graduated from college; then, buying a steam yacht, he made a tour of the principal cities of Europe, living in each three months. In the course of time they arrived at Buenos Ayres, where he had resided only three weeks prior to the opening of this story.

Absolutely independent, and devoted only to his daughter, he felt himself free to embark in any enterprise. The sturdy, honest spirit of Jack Gordon pleased him, and he was equally satisfied with the more matured nature of the young surgeon; so, being a man of generous impulse, albeit cautious when need be, he resolved to carry the projected search for the treasure through to the end if only for the benefit of his young friends.

It had been decided the previous evening to visit the Marie early in the day, and see whether the work required to fit her for sea could be hurried in any way. The Platense Company, where she was under repairs, was an English corporation, and it was possible a slight increase in the sum to be paid might act as a spur. Then a list of sea stores, together with arms, and other items, had to be drawn up and submitted to purveyors.

On the local train en route to the Boca, Mr. Goodrich mentioned the fact that his crew was short four men, he not having cared to fill the vacancies until his stay was drawing to a close.

"I am very careful in my selection," he continued, "and have always made it a point to supervise that part myself. There is very little to do in the line of seamanship on board, as we seldom use the sails, and the duty of those forward only consists of keeping the vessel clean, excepting, of course, the quartermasters and firemen. With good wages and food, I can reasonably expect a good crew, and I generally get it."

"How much of a crew do you carry?" asked Jack, always interested in anything nautical.

"Fifteen, including the captain, a very worthy man, to whom I will introduce you to-day. He is an old-type' merchant skipper named Breeze, and rather odd in his manners, but, like the chained house dog, more bark than I bite. Ah! here is the station."

The train pulled up at a little wooden depot just across from where the Marie lay. Mr. Goodrich took out a handkerchief, and waved it at a man standing near the pilot-house, who, on seeing the signal, called several more from the forecastle, and soon a light, trim gig was waiting to convey them across the narrow stretch of river. Jack noticed, with professional satisfaction, the regulation man- of-war stroke pulled by the men, and when the party reached the gangway ladder he was but little surprised to see several others standing at attention on deck, with hands touching their caps. This argued well for discipline.

Just as they stepped over the side a man dressed in a semi-naval uniform came out of a room abaft the pilot house, and advanced to meet them. That it was the captain of the yacht, they knew at a glance. It did not need Mr. Goodrich's hasty introduction, because one view of the sturdy, well knit frame rolling along the deck and the bronzed, weather-beaten face, with a tuft of shaggy gray whiskers fringing the lower edge like the feathering rim of a storm cloud, proclaimed him the skipper at once.

As he shook hands, his gnarled and horny fingers grasped theirs with a clutch practiced on many a weather leech, and, in a voice borrowed from some forty years of tempests, he roared:

"Deadlights! but I am glad to see ye! The commodore's friends, eh? and naval officers from the Wampum. Well, that's good. Do ye know, I seen the self-same old cruiser in Singapore over twenty-five years ago. She was a smart ship then, but, bless ye! she's only fit to carry coal these days. The idea of putting likely young fellows on board that Noah's ark. Why it's a ripping shame. But times is changing now, an in the new navy---- Is Shag on board, did ye say, commodore? Yes; down in your room. Going down, eh? Well, I'll follow ye just as soon as I write the log." He lurched away, leaving Jack to wonder whether he had not lived in Dickens' times as Captain Bunsby.

The party adjourned to the cabin, where Mr. Goodrich, opening the door leading into his private room, re leased a big Newfoundland dog, which, hurling his huge bulk against the old gentleman, nearly knocked him off his feet.

"Down, Shag! Down, boy! Where is Sam?"

At the question, the intelligent animal rushed from one room to another, and then darted into the pantry, from where he presently triumphantly emerged, dragging the red-headed negro boy by the trousers leg. That he had been in mischief was indicated by his appearance of confusion, but it was further proven by a sticky mass of jam around his mouth and fingers.

"What is this?" demanded Mr. Goodrich, but in a voice filled with laughter. "Making free with the stores, eh? Well, we will have to teach you a lesson. Take him on deck, Shag, and keep him prisoner until I send up word."

Sam disappeared, a willing captive, from his ac tions seemed on the best of terms with his canine jailer. The sound of muffled barking and scurrying feet overhead proclaimed an apparent attempt at jail delivery before many minutes had passed.

"That is a good boy, but he is mischievous," explained the old gentleman. "Did you ever see a more funny-looking head? When I go into a foreign port I am almost afraid to let him ashore because of the crowds that follow him on the streets. Now, boys, if you will come with me we will see what can be done about the repairs."

Leaving the yacht, they walked over a gangplank leading to the dock, and were soon in the main office of the Platense Company. What passed between Mr. Goodrich and the superintendent was not known by the young officers, but when they returned on board an increased din was noticeable in the engine-room, and several new men reported for duty.

"He now says she can be ready for sea in two weeks," said the owner, with a chuckle. "Gold is a powerful metal, eh my treasure-seekers?"

"Well, I hope we shall find enough of the power to move us in affluence," replied Lovering, cheerfully. "But that reminds me of the queer disappearance of Garcia's body. It seems to me they wouldn't remove the dead until daylight, especially on a housetop."

"Wherever his body went, the poor beggar cannot be alive," reasoned Jack, "or else he would come for that precious paper. Fancy the man killing three others for it, and then letting it go; not much."

"His being alive is out of the question, and I don't think we need worry about him," said Mr. Goodrich, conclusively. "We will now get to work figuring on stores and other supplies."

Several hours were spent in drawing up a list, which included, among other things, a dozen repeating rifles and revolvers.

A large quantity of ammunition was also ordered, together with the necessary camp equipage for use on the island. After taking lunch on board, a start was made for the city, with the intention of spending the afternoon at the house.

It is not necessary to go into details concerning the following ten days, as nothing of interest occurred except the department's approval of the application for fur loughs. These were sent ashore some days later, and on their receipt Gordon and Levering felt themselves indeed embarked on a momentous journey.

It was finally resolved on the part of Mr. Goodrich to take his daughter with them. At first he proposed to leave her at an acquaintance's house in Buenos Ayres, but her pleading, and the fact that she had not been separated from him for a day since leaving the United States, altered his determination. Jack did not care to enter his voice in approval, but it might have been noticed that his spiritual barometer rose considerably when told of the result by Marie.

On the tenth day after the revolution, the entire party moved on board the yacht preparatory to setting out on the voyage. There was an abundance of room, and as the craft had been especially fitted up, regardless of expense, for the owner's comfort, it proved very much of a home. To the young officers, accustomed as they had been for several years to the questionable conveniences of a man-of-war steerage, they felt that it was luxury indeed.

As Jack put it, touching an electric button for immediate attention, was vastly different from straining one's voice for a skulking servant.

Mr. Goodrich had been unable to complete his crew as yet. There had been various applicants, but none satisfactory. He did not care to break his rule of selecting those men who could furnish good references, both written and facial, and he prided himself on being able to judge a man's character by his countenance.

The day after their arrival on board, Jack and the "commodore," as the captain called him, to his infinite amusement, were down in the latter's room making several copies of the map obtained from Garcia. George Lovering was in his own stateroom arranging a series of shelves as a medical dispensary.

Suddenly Captain Breeze's huge bulk fined the companion-hatch, and, like a subdued whirlwind, came his voice, rattling the glasses on the table-rack.

"Ahoy! the commodore!"

Mr. Goodrich laughed, and, nudging Jack, made a trumpet of his hands, and replied:

"Ahoy! the captain; what is in sight?"

"Ye air wanted on deck. Three or four crafts hove alongside wanting to ship. They air trim built and it might pay ye to overhaul them."

Telling him to detain them a moment, the old gentleman finished his work, and, bidding Jack follow him, went up to the pilot-house. There they found four sailors leaning against the rail, who, on their approach, doffed hats, and respectfully listened, while one of their number stated their application. They were likely-looking lads, with the exception of the spokesman. He seemed to be a Spaniard, or possibly an Italian, and had evidently just recovered from a severe illness. His dark, swarthy face was drawn and wan, and as he talked, in fairly good English, he was occasionally interrupted by a convulsive cough.

His words were in substance a desire on the part of the three to ship on board the Marie as seamen or firemen. As for himself, the senor could see that he had been ill, but he was recovering rapidly, and the doctors had told him that if he could go on a voyage where the work was light he would soon be a well man. All this he poured forth in a voluble stream, clasping his hands in supplication, and invoking the saints to influence the heart of the good gentleman.

"What do you say, Jack?" asked Mr. Goodrich, sympathetically. "I like the appearance of the three lads; they are strong and will make good firemen. This poor fellow can help around, and I do not like to refuse such an appeal as that."

The middy saw that Mr. Goodrich had made up his mind, and, although to him the Spaniard's face was not altogether prepossessing, he simply murmured his ac quiescence.

As they were turning away, after informing the cap tain that he could ship the four men, they heard an ex clamation, and saw George advancing rapidly toward the group. His face was pale, and, pointing toward the Spaniard, he cried:

"Jack! that man's face! Quick! Who is he?"

"Why, George, what is the matter? These men have come on board to ship; I don't know their names yet."

Mr. Goodrich had remained staring from one to the other, apparently unable to speak from astonishment. The man himself seemed to be as much surprised as the rest, and, turning to one of his companions, said something in an undertone.

Then Lovering, eyeing him closely, gave a short laugh and replied in what he evidently tried to make a careless tone:

"I suppose I am mistaken, but this man's face reminds me of some one I saw the other night under peculiar circumstances. Come to think of it, the thing is impos sible."

"The senor probably wishes to know my name," spoke up the Spaniard, suavely. "It is Juan Lopez. I have never met the senor, to my knowledge."

"No  --- no! That is all right," replied George. It is only a fancied resemblance," Then, turning on his heel, he walked aft, followed by Jack and Mr. Goodrich.

Capt. Breeze had remained a silent spectator of the whole occurrence until now. As the others moved away they could hear him growl in what he thought was a whisper, but in reality it sounded like the distant muttering of a gale. Occasional words such as "lubbers" and "half-baked" sailors caused them to look back, and they saw him in the act of shoving the new men down the forecastle hatch with no gentle touch.

On reaching the companionway leading below, Jack stopped, and, placing his hand on the young surgeon's shoulder, said firmly:

"George, who did you think that fellow was? Now tell me. I believe you really did recognize some one."

"No, Jack, honestly, I was mistaken. I thought it was  --- pshaw! the thing is absurd. Don't let us talk anymore about it."

Turning to Mr. Goodrich, he continued, with a laugh:

"It's funny how people will sometimes be deceived by a fancied resemblance, isn't it?"

"If you know anything against this man let me know at once," replied the old man, gravely. "I am only taking him out of sympathy for his unfortunate position, but even that would not influence me if I thought he was unworthy of it."

Lovering insisted that he had made a mistake, so the subject was dropped, and soon forgotten. The new men set to work at once, two of them in the fire room and the other two, one of whom was Lopez, on deck. The latter seemed a very willing hand, and, despite his illness, able to attend to any duties given him.

Even Captain Breeze was forced to acknowledge in time that his presence on board did not necessarily turn the ship into a hospital as he had prophesied.

Occasionally George would meet him on deck, and ask if he needed any medicine, but Juan always replied with a cheerful smile that all he needed was plenty of good salt air.

At last the momentous day arrived when the "Terra del Fuegan Treasure Company, Limited," was to make its first cast for fortune. The repairs to the engines had been completed, stores received on board, and all that remained necessary to commence the voyage was the hauling in of dock ropes and a severance from Argentine territory.

To commemorate the start, Mr. Goodrich ordered a collation served in the saloon, which was noticeably conspicuous for the absence of wine. In the short speech he made at the conclusion, he said that the keystone of his success was non-indulgence in any spirituous beverage, and that a roof of his would never cover a drop, except for medicinal purposes.

At exactly eight bells (noon) the party, with the exception of Marie, who remained aft under the awning took their station on the bridge, and at a signal from the captain the ropes were cast lose [sic]. The Boca is a very narrow stream, and, crowded as it is with moving craft of every description, navigation is extremely difficult and slow.

A short distance from the mouth is an entrance into the new docks, and it was just here that an accident happened which nearly led to fatal results. Captain Breeze had the yacht under one bell, and kept the whistle going constantly. The stalwart young sailors were at the wheel, and it required watchful care and prompt obedience to answer all commands from the pilot.

All went well until the Marie arrived at the entrance mentioned above. Just as she was passing, a huge tramp steamer came swinging in, and, either from an unmanageable rudder or carelessness on the part of some one, crowded the bow of the smaller vessel against the dock. Then ensued a scene of great confusion. The officers on board the tramp rushed up and down, issuing orders in a queer mixture of German and English, and in their excitement forgot to stop the engines.

The result was inevitable. Pushed by the gigantic force of ten hundred horse power, the yacht heeled over and over until she listed at an angle of fifty degrees.

It was a perilous moment. A little further and the iron fabric would be crushed like an egg shell, or else cap sized to sink beneath the waters of the river. When the first shock came it found Captain Breeze engaged in con signing the eyes of the German skipper to a much warmer region, but when actual danger threatened he ceased shouting and set every bell in the engine-room jingling at a terrifice [sic] rate. Then, leaping from the bridge with an incredible activity, lowered several cork fenders over the side next the dock.

In the meantime, Jack had not been idle. At the first sign of peril he thought of Marie, and, running aft, had almost reached her side, when a sudden lurch of the hull caused the frightened girl to slip against the rail netting. Thinking all was lost, she uttered one long cry for help, and, before he could prevent it, leaped over the stern into the swiftly rushing waters. Not stopping to divest himself of outer clothing, the middy gained the side with one bound, and, spurning the rail with his foot, jumped to the rescue.

Mr. Goodrich, a helpless spectator on the bridge, saw with horror his daughter's rash act, and, but for the young surgeon, would have gone after his child. Hurriedly assuring him that Jack would save her, Lovering rushed to the stern as fast as the sloping deck would permit, and, unloosening a circular life-preserver, threw it as far as his strength would permit. To his joy he saw the middy, with one arm around Marie, struggle toward it, and, after a few frantic efforts, succeed in grasping the dependent cords. By that time a dozen boats had put off from shore, and one soon had them in safety.

All this happened in far less time than it takes to describe it. In fact, thirty seconds had not elapsed be tween the time the collision had occurred and the mishap to Marie. But in that period Captain Breeze had, with rare presence of mind, performed an act which ultimately saved the ship. Seeing that the German officers were too badly frightened to back their vessel, he grasped a rope dangling over the tramp's side, and, with the agility of a cat, clambered on deck. Once there it did not take long to find the indicator leading into the engine-room. Giving the lever a wrench which almost pulled it from the socket, he telegraphed "stop" and "astern, fu11 speed," and soon had the satisfaction of seeing the larger ship move slowly away. With a sudden lurch, the Marie righted herself, and after a few rolls remained on an even keel.

Calling a shore boat, he first deliberately snapped his fingers in the skipper's face, and, with a disdainful "Bah!" which could have been heard a mile inland, lowered himself out of sight, leaving them staring with open-mouthed wonder. Once on board the yacht it did not take him long to ascertain that very little if any damage had been done, thanks to his own foresight in using the fenders. Jack and Marie were by that time in the cabin donning dry clothes. They appeared none the worse for their involuntary bath, and the middy was soon on deck again, receiving the heartfelt thanks of Mr. Goodrich.

"It is only another item in the list of services you have rendered me," he said, wringing Gordon's hand, "and, my boy, I shall surely find occasion to repay you as you deserve," But ungrateful Jack thought more of a few broken words of gratitude he had just heard from Marie than all else.

He was fully competent to attend to the various duties of the position, and, so far as navigation went, could have probably given the captain instructions in that science. The latter and he stood watch at night, but it was expected that an old sailor named Ben Brett would be given temporary charge of the deck during calm weather.

The crew had been divided into two watches, starboard and port, containing three men each, Jack taking the latter. Juan Lopez, the Spaniard; an ordinary seaman called Dawson and New Jersey lad sailing under the title of "Bob," formed his crew. Captain Breeze had Ben and two others.

In the engineer's department were six all told, including the chief, Mr. Watts, and one assistant. Two of the men who shipped with Lopez acted as firemen, and proved very trustworthy. These details are necessary to a proper understanding of certain incidents which befell the good yacht Marie on her voyage toward the south.

At the time of sailing the weather had promised fair, and the mercurial barometer in the captain's cabin' registered above thirty, but to that cautious old salt's evident perturbation, it commenced to drop steadily on the second day out. This, as he very well knew, portended a pampero, that most peculiar of gales, only to be met with on the South American coast.

The sky remained clear, but away off toward the distant horizon a tremulous line of sullen clouds gradually crept higher and higher, until at last it formed a black, frowning belt, from which came a howling squall, sweeping the stretch of sea with resistless force.

The sudden change from an almost placid ocean to a heaving surface of storm tossed waves was remarkable. From his station on the bridge the middy looked upon a scene never before encountered in his experience. At first a law moaning of the wind through the taut cordage overhead sounded. It was like the faint growling of a wild beast ready to spring; then, gradually increasing until the bellowing of the gale deafened all other noises; a mighty force struck the yacht, sending her almost on her beam ends. Coming from the direction of the land could be seen a dark line of water, curling over into colorless crests.

Gathering strength as it gained deeper soundings, it swept on and on, the advance guard of a tumultuous sea until, before the watchers could hardly realize the fact, they were in the midst of it, a tossing cork on the bound less waste. Everything had been battened down hours ago, and life-lines stretched wherever convenient. The yacht was stanch and well constructed, and, although she pitched and rolled so the crew could barely keep their feet, yet no immediate danger was anticipated.

Swathed in oil-skins and a huge southwester, Jack clung to the bridge's rail, and faced the tempest in calm satisfaction. He loved his calling, and seemed never happier than when old ocean showed his wildest moods. The captain stood at his side, an incarnation of Father Neptune, with beard glistening from the salty spray, and his sun-tanned visage as imperturbable as the Sphinx.

All night long the storm raged with unabated fury, and, when a few pale streaks of light pierced the somber bank of clouds to leeward, it shone stern and uncompromising upon the desolate scene. All night long both Jack and the captain remained at their post, watchful and vigilant. A small staysail had been set forward to steady the yacht as much as possible, and the course was abandoned for the time being, she simply running before the wind with a slight southerly tack.

As soon as it became light enough to see any distance ahead, Jack took the binocle and searched long and earnestly for possible neighbors. At first he could discern nothing save an interminable monotony of waters, but, happening to glance at a spot on the horizon made light by a rift in the clouds, he discovered a faint, gleaming point which could only be the glint of a sail.

Handing the glass to Captain Breeze, Gordon indicated the place with his finger, and awaited the decision of that ancient mariner. It was not long coming. Giving the railing in front of him a bang with his brawny fist, he shouted to the helmsman to keep her off a couple of points, and then communicated to Jack his intention, given in a voice which rumbled above the tempest's best efforts, of bearing down on her, "for, ye know, lad, she might be a-wanting something; an' it's the commodore's orders never to neglect an opportunity to give aid."

They watched the speck gradually grow larger and more plain, until at last it stood revealed, a bark ap parently drifting at the mercy of the waves. From afar off the captain saw something wrong in the swing of her yards, and, gluing his eyes to the glasses, explained to Jack that she was either abandoned or should be.

"She's lumber laden an' water-logged as sure as guns. Her mainmast is gone, an' there's not much life in her, as ye can tell by that there roll," he added, critically surveying the tossing hulk through the binocle. "It's not this gale which wrecked her, that's sartin, for she's been that way for days."

"I wonder if there is anyone on board?" mused the middy, half to himself.

"Don't see any sign yet. I hope not, for this sea is a sight too rough for our boats. Lor' love ye! even that air quarter-boat wouldn't live two minutes. That's the trouble with these pamperos, as the dagos call them. They kick up such a pother in a short time, but then it don't take long to blow over. I expect this one will be gone before long; it feels like it. Just take the, deck till I run down an' look at the barometer. Keep her a-heading for the bark. I'll be back before we get close."

He had hardly left the bridge before a sudden cry from Gordon caused him to glance up. The middy stood point ing toward the wreck, and, with the other hand, beckoning him to return.

"What on 'arth's the matter now?" exclaimed the captain, running up the ladder again.

"There is some one on board of her," replied Jack, excitedly. "Take the glass and look just abaft the galley. There! that spot is moving sure; I can see it with my naked eye now."

Just then Mr. Goodrich, accompanied by Lovering, came on deck, and was soon at their side. Gordon hurriedly explained.

"What!" exclaimed the old gentleman, with emotion. "A human being on that wreck, and in peril? Something must be done at once. Captain Breeze can you send a boat or devise any means to rescue the poor crea ture?"

The hardy old sailor squinted one eye at the sea and slowly shook his head.

"Not possible at present, commodore. None of our small craft will float in that smother. But the weather is clearing a leetle mite, an' if we lay by for a couple of hours, p'raps the sea'll go down."

It was decided to do as he suggested, and signals were run up to show that they would not leave the vicinity. The yacht was close enough now to enable them to plainly distinguish the vessel's deck. It presented a picture of destruction almost impossible to realize, strewn with wreckage of every description; snarls of cordage, fragments of spars and masts, and an indescribable confusion of broken hen-coops, boats, lumber and what not, all showing the power of the storm it must have encountered.

But that which riveted their attention and made their hearts grow faint as they noticed the sullen, sluggish roll of the derelict, was a human figure now standing aft on the poop, waving its arms in piteous supplication. It seemed to be that of a young lad, probably not over fifteen, truly a youthful age to be found in such a position.

As they watched the movements of the hulk, they noticed with anxiety that its decks were almost awash with the sea. Suddenly a larger wave than usual struck the stern with terrific force, sending tons of water over the cabin house. At first they thought it had carried the lad away, but a moment later he was seen climbing the mizzen rigging. An involuntary cheer burst from their lips, only to be followed by a cry of horror as they saw the hull disappear before their eyes, swallowed up by the remorseless ocean.

"He is gone!" groaned Mr. Goodrich, his blanched face quivering with emotion.

But suddenly Lovering, who had grabbed the glass from its case on the rail, excitedly called out that he could see something resembling a head in the midst of a mass of wreckage near where the vessel had disappeared. Instantly all were looking in that direction.

"There it is I" cried Jack, pointing with his hand, then, turning to the old gentleman, he continued resolutely: "Mr. Goodrich, if you will give me a boat, I'll try to save that lad."

Carried away by the excitement of the moment, the commodore gave his consent, and, not waiting for in structions, the middy rushed aft, followed by four men who had instantly responded to his call for volunteers.

The lashing of the quarter-boat was cut away, and watching for a favorable opportunity, they safely lowered her into the water. Two minutes later the tossing craft was speeding on its errand of mercy.

Leaving those on board the yacht to watch the scene with anxious hearts, we will accompany Jack on his perilous journey. After the boat had shoved away from under the lee of the counter it was almost smothered in a mass of spume, but the middy's skillful hand kept her out of the trough of the sea, and headed as near as possible toward the form he could barely discern some hundreds of yards distant.

There were four stalwart men handling the oars, and it needed all their strength to prevent the frail craft from capsizing. Several times a green-crested wave broke over them, filling the bottom of the boat, requiring the service of one in bailing it out. But at last, after a hard, long pull, and a constant battle with the angry waters, they reached the fragment of spar to which the young lad was still clinging. He seemed almost exhausted, and when Jack called out to him to let go as they swept past, the middy saw they were just in time.

Holding the steering oar with one hand, Gordon man aged to grasp his arm with the other, and, assisted by one of the men, had the almost inanimate body over the gunwale in safety. A wavering cheer came from the yacht, heard even above the roaring of the gale, and the sound put new strength into them.

It required cautious work to head the other way, but, watching his chance, Jack managed to accomplish the manoeuvre with no greater damage than a thorough wetting. The greatest danger was still to come. Riding the waves in the open was mere child's play compared to hooking onto the boat tackles with such a sea running. One contact with the yacht's iron hull would smash the boat into kindling-wood.

As they approached nearer Gordon was glad to see that preparations had been made to lower a boatswain's chair at the spanker-boom end. He knew this was meant for the now unconscious lad. As they rounded the stern the men backed water just under the dangling rope. After several ineffectual attempts, their waif was securely fastened and hoisted on board in a jiffy. Now came the tug-of-war.

Captain Breeze, thorough seaman that he was, had kept the yacht heading so as to form a bit of tranquil sea on that side containing the boat davits.

Steering as close as he dared, the middy suddenly ran her in, and she was hooked on before the vessel rose to the next wave. Willing hands were ready to pull away, on the falls, the word was given, and with a "Yeo heave ho!" the quarter-boat quit the water in safety.

But, just as the double blocks of the hoisting tackle touched each other, a ring in the bow gave way, and with a sudden crash she dropped back into the raging seas. It happened so quickly that only two of the crew were able to save themselves. The rest went with her.

Jack, from his place in the stern, had adjusted the falls, and at the very moment the catastrophe occurred, he was busily engaged clearing them so they would run free. When he felt the shock he clung to the tackles, and was hauled inboard by those on deck. The man in the bow was rescued in a similar manner.

As for the other three sailors, at first they were nowhere to be seen, and it was feared that, stunned by the fall, they had gone down without a struggle. But presently Lovering's sharp eyes espied them floating in the midst of the boat's wreckage. Captain Breeze had hove the steamer to before the middy's return, so they were now directly astern, but being rapidly carried away by the restless impulse of the sea.

It was a moment of extreme peril for them. Some little time would be required to launch the other boat, and it was doubtful whether they could keep up that long. Several life-preservers had been thrown overboard, which, together with the lumber from the bark, and other débris would afford a temporary support if they could only reach them. For a brief space even the veteran skipper was horror-stricken at the accident. It occurred so suddenly that all they could do for the moment was to stare helplessly at the struggling figures in the water. Then several men rushed toward the other falls, and without waiting for orders, commenced casting off the gripes. Jack and the young surgeon were foremost, and worked like beavers. Even Mr. Goodrich tried to assist, but his limited knowledge handicapped his efforts, and, leaving that to the others, he turned his attention to the waif, who was still lying on the deck where he had been placed.

After some little delay, caused by the long unused ropes jamming in the blocks, they at last had the boat swinging free from the side and she was lowered down with a crew under charge of Ben Brett. The middy had insisted on making it his trip also, but he was peremptorily ordered to remain on board by the captain, who added grimly:

"One bite of the cherry is enough, my lad. You young fellers want all the glory these here days, an' there's old Brett who was a steerin' a boat while you rocked in a three-foot cradle as would like a chance hisself."

Old Ben took his chance, and acquitted himself creditably. Under his skillful guidance the three men, who had managed to keep themselves above water by clinging to pieces of the wreck, were rescued, and the entire party, returned to the yacht without further mishap. This time the rings held to their duty; and at last all were safe on board, imbibing copious draughts of hot coffee especially brewed for them at the galley fire.

Aft in the cabin Lovering was preparing to resuscitate the innocent cause of all the trouble. The sufferer had been placed on a settee in the main saloon, where, after a few minutes work, the young surgeon had the satisfaction of seeing him open his eyes. He glanced wildly about from face to face, then, trying to spring erect, mut tered something which Jack, standing close by understood to be a Spanish sentence.

"Just lie quiet for a while," replied the middy in the same tongue. "You are on board an American yacht, and all you need now is a little rest."

Obeying Gordon's advice, he fell back on the sofa, but his eyes still roved about the cabin in evident search of something. Suddenly he noticed Marie a little to the rear of the others, and, jumping up again, he tottered over to where she stood. Then, to the great surprise of all, he bent over and whispered in her ear.

Those watching saw an expression of astonishment come over Marie's face, immediately followed by a look of intense sympathy; then the girl, throwing one arm around the waif's waist, beckoned to her father. Mystified beyond measure, the old gentleman walked over to them, but, on being spoken to by his daughter, turned to the others, and, removing his hat, said, gallantly:

"Gentlemen, you have had the honor of rescuing a member of the opposite sex!"

To say they were astounded would be using an expression totally inadequate to the occasion. The middy sim ply whistled a prolonged "phew--w!" then recollecting himself, turned to Lovering with a blank look, ludicrous in the extreme. The little by-play did not last long, however. Both young officers advanced and courteously bowed, while Gordon, extending his hand, exclaimed:

"The happiness of being able to assist a fellow-creature has taken an added charm which I cannot express in words."

This very fine sentence was unfortunately spoiled by a loud guffaw from the direction of the pantry. Turning, they saw Sam's shiny black face distended by a grin of huge proportions. The ridiculous sight served to put them on friendly terms at once, and, after a few further words, Marie led her new companion to her stateroom.

"Well, this is rather an unexpected dénouement to your little adventure, eh, Jack?" smiled Lovering.

"Yes; I wouldn't have been more surprised if we had run across a mermaid on the bark," replied the middy. "But, seriously, this is a peculiar state of affairs. I wonder how she came to be alone, and in that rig, too. Some mystery about it."

"The young lady will no doubt tell her story just as soon as she gets into proper clothing," said Mr. Goodrich. "It is fortunate Marie has plenty, isn't it? They seem to be about the same size, and of probably equal age. It is extremely lucky we chanced to be near. I shudder to think of the narrow escape she has had."

"Narrow, indeed," coincided George, gravely. "She must have passed through a terrible experience, even before we sighted the wreck. By the way, the vessel was probably Spanish. Didn't she speak to you in that language, Jack?"

"Yes," laconically replied Gordon; then, walking toward the stair leading above, he added: "I am going on deck to see how the weather is. If she comes out don't forget to call me; I want to hear her story."

During the preceding half-hour the storm had subsided considerably. There was still a high sea running, but that would naturally continue for some time. When the middy reached the deck he looked aloft, after the manner of sailors, and found an almost cloudless sky overhead. A few fleecy remnants could be seen to leeward, but there was a "touch" to the wind which betokened the coming of fairer weather.

Going forward to the bridge, he found Captain Breeze pacing slowly up and down, looking little like a man who had not slept for twenty hours. When Jack told him the news he fairly gasped for breath, and then poured forth a string of nautical ejaculations wondrous to hear. Calling up old Brett, he bade him take charge while he went below to see "tha' new female."

In passing down the after hatch, they suddenly heard a loud commotion below, and, on hurrying to the saloon deck, saw a tableau startling in the extreme.

As Jack and the captain reached the bottom of the stairs, they were just in time to see the young girl, now clad in garments befitting her sex, step toward Lopez and utter an exclamation in Spanish. She was trembling vio lently, and the horror imprinted on her countenance was distinguishable even from where they stood.

Behind her were Marie and Mr. Goodrich, both evidently very much astonished at the scene, and, coming out of his room, was the young surgeon, who, as he saw Gordon, walked quickly over to him and muttered:

"Jack, keep your eyes on that fellow; something is up."

He had barely uttered the warning, when Lopez made a sudden spring toward them and darted up the stairs. The middy tried to catch his arm as he passed, but was not quick enough, and they soon heard the fellow's feet pattering on the deck overhead.

Not understanding the trouble, none attempted to pursue him, but turned their attention to the girl instead. She had swooned, and was now lying in Marie's arms. At a word from her father the latter placed her on the sofa, where she was speedily revived by the judicious use of cold water. As soon as she seemed sufficiently recovered, the old gentleman asked her to explain.

"Ah, senores!" she commenced, looking in a terrified manner toward the steps. "Do not let that man go free. He is a murderer, and killed two men on my father's, vessel in Montevideo!"

"A murderer!" echoed Mr. Goodrich, quickly. "Captain Breeze, have him seen to at once. See that he is placed where he can do no harm. A murderer, eh? and, at large on my yacht. Well, this is a pretty pass. Jack, go with the captain and, if necessary, call all hands to secure the villain. Have him locked up in the lamp-room until we can make other arrangements."

The middy bounded up the companion stairs, two steps at a time, but, waiting at the top for Captain Breeze, walked rapidly forward with him. On reaching the pilot- house, they saw a group of sailors standing just under the bridge. Old Brett was leaning over the rail pointing toward the forecastle hatch, evidently issuing some order.

"What on 'arth is the matter with that crazy dago you shipped in the Boca, captain?" he asked, making a speaking trumpet of his hands. "He shot past here a minute ago, followed by them three men that came on board with him. He is in the forecastle thar now."

"Rout 'em out an' call all hands to muster!" roared the now exasperated skipper. "That skulkin' shark has sent two mates to Davy Jones. Murdered them in cold blood! We don't want any such ballast aboard this hooker. Ben, you keep on the bridge while I clear the fo'cas'le."

Followed by Gordon and the rest of the crew, Captain Breeze strode toward the forward hatch, picking up a belaying pin on the way. Beating with the instrument on the wooden canopy, he sang out in stentorious tones:

"Roust out of there, you men! All hands on deck! Tumble up lively or I'll help ye a little!"

Jack, who was standing at the top of the hatch, saw a head thrust out at the foot of the ladder. Then a hand appeared in view, holding a revolver pointing directly at him.

"We want to see Mr. Goodrich, the owner of this yacht," demanded the Spaniard, for it was he.

"Ye'll see nobody. Come out o' that, I tell ye! What d'ye mean, ye silly loons? If the fo'cas'le isn't empty in two minutes it's mutiny, an' I'll hang the hull lot. Don't give me any more of your slack, but obey orders." Turning to one of the men, he whispered: "Here, you, Sam, look at the head of my bunk and fetch a couple of pistols you'll find there. Hurry up, now I'll show them villains what's what."

The middy had stepped back out of range, and was considering with the captain the advisability of calling Mr. Goodrich, when, glancing aft, they saw him coming, accompanied by the young surgeon.

"Where is that man?" asked the old gentleman, anxiously.

"Down below that," gruffly replied Breeze. "He's armed and has the three lubbers that shipped at the same time a-backing him. I am afraid there's going to be trouble. He's a hard case, from all appearances, and wants a fight. Well, I'll give him a dose he'll remember; if they air not up in two minutes."

"He asked for you, Mr. Goodrich," added Jack. "I think you had better parley with them. Here, stand a little to one side; then, in case they fire, you will be safe."

The old gentleman gave him a startled glance. He began to realize that the affair was really serious, and it flashed over him that four desperate men, armed with re volvers, could cause a tragedy with very little effort. He was adverse to using force if there was any other way out of it, but a murderous scoundrel like Lopez must be secured at all hazards.

"Below there," he called out; "I am Mr. Goodrich. What do you wish?"

There was silence for a moment, then a confused sound of voices came to their ears. They could hear the Span iard arguing with the others in impatient tones, but no answer was vouchsafed to his question.

"Fo'cas'le thar!" exclaimed the captain, loudly. "Air ye all deef? The commodore has hailed ye."

"Yes, we hear him," replied Lopez, insolently. "What we want is his word that he will not lock us up, and will land the four of us on the nearest shore. If he will do that we will promise to remain here until the vesse1 anchors. If not, there will be a fight. I will set the yacht on fire the moment you try to capture us, or if you head back to Montevideo or Buenos Ayres. We will give you two minutes to answer."

This was turning the tables with a vengeance. It hardly sounded like the cringing, obsequious Juan who had labored hard to please everyone, and who had been especially detailed by the owner to assist in the cabin. His true character stood revealed.

Mr. Goodrich looked perplexed and worried. He fully believed Lopez meant what he said, and the very idea of a sanguinary conflict on his yacht was intolerable. "But, although a peaceful man by nature, the old leaven of the New England stock  --- that spirit which ignited the fire which blazed into a glorious war of independence  --- would not permit him to calmly submit to the outrageous demands of a scoundrel like the Spaniard. He called a council of war.

"This is a grave matter, men," he began, addressing the crew as well, "and I am uncertain what to do. If there is a solution of the trouble without bloodshed, we must adopt it, but those dastardly villains must be secured, no matter what happens. What do you say, captain?"

"Say! Marline-spikes and ring-bolts! I'll go down an' haul 'em out by the neck. What! a parcel of land- lubbers like that hold any ship I'm captain of? Bah!" Grasping the pistols brought him by the sailors, he started for the hatch, swearing strange oaths in a voice choked with wrath. But Lovering quietly checked him, and pointed out the advisability of exercising caution.

"They will only shoot you on sight, and that will be nothing gained. There is a better way than that." Then, turning to Gordon, the young surgeon added: "Slip down to my room, Jack, and bring up a leather case from the shelf next the door. It is marked: "Amyl. Poison," Handle it carefully, as it is very dangerous."

While the middy was gone, Mr. Goodrich stated that the young girl rescued from the bark had explained how she happened to recognize Lopez.

"It seems he was a sailor on her father's vessel about a year ago, and one night, while riding at anchor in Montevideo, it was necessary to call all hands to veer chain on account of a pampero which had blown up. They were short-handed, only three men then being on board besides the captain and mate, several others having gone ashore for the night. In response to the summons no one appeared, and, on entering the forecastle, the mate found two English sailors weltering in their blood, stabbed to death by a stiletto. The third man, this very same Spaniard, had disappeared, taking with him a light yawl. That he had committed the crime was undoubted."

"An' how did the pore young lady git in such a fix as we found her?" asked the sympathetic old skipper, deeply interested.

"Ah! that is the sorrowful part of it. The bark  --- I believe it was named the Cadez  --- struck a gale several days, ago. She was bound for Buenos Ayres with lumber, and on the first night of the storm a huge wave sent her on her beam ends, carrying away the captain and a half-dozen men. The rest became so terrified that they launched a boat and disappeared in the darkness, leaving the girl to her fate. The way she happened to be clad in male attire was on account of her father's wish that she should so dress while at sea. Her name is Manchita."

As he concluded, the middy came running up, and handed Lovering a case, from which the young surgeon extracted a large bottle containing an amber-colored oily liquid.

"This is the potent factor which, I think, will show them the error of their ways," he said, calmly.

"It is nitrate of amyl, a volatile oil having the power to suffocate one if inhaled long enough," replied George, carefully removing the glass stopper and taking a cautious sniff. "It has the odor of over-ripe bananas, and seems harmless enough at first. Now, what I propose to do is to throw this bottle down the forecastle so that it will break. We can then clap on the hatch covers and await results."

"Will it kill them?" asked Mr. Goodrich, dubiously.

"No; not if they have sense enough to surrender, which I think they will as soon as they get a whiff of my persuader."

It was certainly a novel idea, and seemed better than resorting to gunpowder. The old gentleman had every confidence in Lovering, and decided to let him try the scheme. Addressing him to that effect, he ordered the captain to first notify those below to come on deck or stand the consequences, which the hardy old mariner did in his characteristic way.

"Now, do ye hear there?" he bawled, thumping the hatch with his pistol. "The commodore will give ye one more chance to surrender, an' if ye ain't out of the fo'c's'le before I count ten, ye'll run athwart something as'll open yer eyes."

A derisive shout came from below, followed by the sharp report of a revolver, and everyone dodged in stinctively. The battle had commenced in earnest. Nevertheless, the skipper, true to his word, began counting, but he added pungent expressions of disgust and warning at the same time.

"One! ye apology for a seafaring man! Two! If I had the say, I'd give ye a dose of smoke! Three! You other men had better leave that dago and  ---"

Bang! bang! The captain, in his anger, had ap proached too near the opening, and as a result, his glazed hat tumbled to the deck with a bullet-hole in it. It was a narrow escape, and one the skipper, retreating to a safe distance, appreciated. Wiping his shining bald head with a huge cotton handkerchief, he sputtered with rage:

"Bowlines! but I believe the shark meant to shoot me. Commodore, we can't stand this any longer. If you don't want the mutineers to take the ship, we'd better be doing something."

The old gentleman agreed with him, and requested George proceed with his experiment. The latter, first directing several men to stand by the hatch covers in readiness to haul them over at the command, crept cautiously toward the head of the ladder. Before he reached there, an exclamation from Mr. Goodrich caused him to look back.

"Wait a moment, Lovering," he cried. "Where is Jack? He was here a second ago."

The middy had slipped away unperceived. His ab sence was noteworthy, at that moment especially, as he would hardly miss the impending proceedings without some good reason. That he had one was shortly made apparent.

While acting as an interested spectator of Captain Breeze's interview with the occupants of the forecastle, be suddenly bethought himself of a scheme, which, if carried out, might result in the capture of the sailors without trouble. He remembered that a narrow passageway connected one-half of the forecastle with the engine-room. The former apartment was divided by a partition, one side being used by firemen and the other by deck hands. He also knew that a door connected the two places, and that it was generally locked.

The engineer's force invariably entered their quarters by way of this passage, while the sailors used the regular hatch. Juan Lopez and his companions were in the mariner's division.

Jack reasoned that if he could enter the firemen's forecastle and open the partition door, he could surprise the mutineers and force them on deck at the point of a re volver. He did not wish to make known his intentions, for fear that the old gentleman would stop him; so, quietly creeping down into the engine-room, he passed Mr. Watts without being noticed, and walked into the passageway.

He had his pistols ready, and with pulse beating a little more quickly than usual, gained the room without at tracting attention. Once there, he listened for a moment at the door. All was silent on the other side, and he at first thought they had gone on deck to surrender. But suddenly the slight noise of a match being rubbed against the partition sounded.

The villains were going to carry out their threat and fire the yacht!

The middy hesitated no longer. Giving the door a sharp wrench, he forced it open, and, with revolvers leveled, bounded over the threshold.

"On deck, all of you, or I'll fire!"

If the vessel had foundered beneath their feet, the men would not have been more astounded. The summons came like a clap of thunder, and, cowering before Gordon's weapons, they involuntarily threw up their hands and begged him not to shoot.

It was plainly evident he had come just in time. The fragments of a straw mattress scattered about the deck and a half-burnt match lying near showed that one minute longer would have proved fatal. It was hard to believe that the villains, desperate though they were, would sacrifice their own lives in such a manner. In all probability they only meant to raise a dense smoke for the purpose of intimidating those on deck.

However, their plans were nipped in the bud. Jack was master of the situation, and in obedience to a second command they sullenly backed up the forecastle ladder and out on deck, before the startled gaze of all. Closely, following, came the triumphant middy, his pistols covering the mutineers.

"Here are your mutineers, Mr. Goodrich," he said, cool1y indicating them with a wave of his revolvers.

"Better lock them up at once."

"Wel1, this beats navigation!" gasped Captain Breeze, staring from Lopez to Gordon in amazement. "How on 'arth did ye manage it?"

"Easy enough," laughed Jack. "I simply flanked the enemy. But where are you going to stow them?"

By this time the old gentleman and the rest had recovered sufficiently to proceed to action. While Gordon and the skipper kept them covered with their pistols, several of the crew tightly bound the quartette with stout ropes. Then they were conducted with scant ceremony down to the forecastle again, it having been decided to confine the four men there temporarily.

Lopez had not uttered a word since Jack had captured him so cleverly. He seemed discomfited, to such a degree that he could only gnash his teeth with impotent rage, and cast maledictions under his breath at those around him. His companions were evidently badly frightened at their situation. One of them, a rather respectable-appearing lad, glanced appealingly at Jack, and was apparently on the point of addressing him, when Juan, noticing the action, savagely bade him hold his tongue.

"Let the man speak if he wants to," commanded the middy, sternly, "and tell how ashamed he is to be found in the company of such a villainous rogue as you are." Then, turning to the other, he told him to continue.

But the fellow was evidently intimidated, and hung his head in silence. Mentally resolving to keep him in mind, Jack assisted Captain Breeze and the crew to convey them below. They were placed in bunks with their manacles loosened sufficiently to enable them to lie comfortably. Then, leaving old Brett to keep the deck, and another sailor on guard, the party retired aft to talk over the matter.

"No great harm has been done as yet," replied Jack, cheerfully; "and it is just as well that we found out the true character of this man Lopez and his mates before getting very far down the coast. Now we can land them at the nearest port, turn the rascals over to the authorities, and proceed on our way rejoicing."

"But it will make us short-handed if we cannot ship others in their places."

"I'll venture we can secure any number of good men for a chance like this, no matter where we call," affirmed the young surgeon; "but, by the way, where are you going to put in?"

"We will have to talk that over now," answered the old gentleman. "Let me see; we must be a good distance south by this time, are we not, captain?"

"Morning observations showed latitude thirty- nine degrees, eighteen minutes, an' about fifty-nine degrees longitude," replied the skipper, glancing at a notebook taken from his pocket.

"Which is the nearest town of any size?"

"Well, I think we are about as close to Bahia Blanca as any."

"You are right, captain," the middy chimed in. "We cannot be over two hundred miles from there now. If I remember rightly, it's up a river on the lower Argentine coast, and forms the nucleus of a port which promises to become important. The natives call it the Liverpool of South America. I think that is the best place we can leave our mutineers, as it is on the way down and I will not cause much delay."

"All right, we will call in there," decided Mr. Goodrich finally. "Captain Breeze, please change your course accordingly."

The skipper departed to fulfill his injunctions, leaving those in the cabin to talk over other matters. The excitement of the morning had driven all idea of food from their minds. It was now close on noon, and Sam Sorreltop had been hovering around like an ebony interrogation point, awaiting the words to prepare breakfast.

At last, the old gentleman, hearing a prodigious clattering of dishes in the pantry, ordered the meal brought in. Marie and Manchita did not appear, the latter being still too overcome with grief at the loss of her father to leave the stateroom. Her situation was a melancholy one, and she had the sympathy of all on board. Mr. Goodrich resolved to give her a home so long as she wished to stay, and, as both girls were mutually taken with each other, there was every prospect that she would eventually make her home with the family.

It had been ascertained that she did not possess relations near enough to warrant her in returning, and, as the wrecked bark represented her fathers entire property, she was fortunate in having such a chance offered her.

After breakfast Mr. Goodrich and the young officers adjourned to the skipper's room. Taking a chart, the latter pointed out their position. As he had previously intimated, they were only a comparatively short distance from Bahia Blanca, and one day's steaming would carry them there.

"I will breathe more freely when once rid of those scoundrels," said the commodore, looking slightly ca