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NEWS AT LAST. 187 the gangway, where they could give a glance from time to time at their canoe swinging by a frail-looking bark rope. The men did not stir as the captain came up, but crouched in their old position, gazing up at him furtively. ‘‘ Now,” he said, sharply, ‘‘ where is this pirate ship?” The men looked at him vacantly. “ Commodore Junk!” said Humphrey. “El Commodore Yunk; yes. Ship there.” One of the Indians had caught his meaning, and pointed southward. ‘‘ Have you seen the ship?” The men nodded quickly and pointed again. “ Why have you come here to tell us?” The Indian stared, then looked at his companion, with whom he rapidly exchanged a few words, ending by turning back, holding out his hands, and exclaiming— “Kl Commodore Yunk. Money. Rum.” ‘“There’s a frankness about this fellow that makes me dis- posed to believe him,” said Humphrey, grimly, as he smiled at the officer. ‘“ ‘Commodore Yunk. Money. Rum.’ And the pointing seems to me as effective as the longest speech. Look 99 here, can you understand? Show us “ Show—show—way—FEl Commodore Yunk.” “Yes, that will do,” said the captain. ‘“ But mind this; if you play us false—here, show him!” “‘Show—El Commodore Yunk,” cried the Indian, catching the last words. ‘“‘ Money—powd—rum.” You shall have plenty,” said Humphrey ; “but make him understand that if he plays us false he shall be hung at the yard-arm.” The officer of the watch, quite a young man, seemed to enjoy his task ; for, catching up the signal halyards, he rapidly EGomilcbooks