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190 COMMODORE JUNK. now galvanised into life, and he mentally repeated the words of the Indian— ‘¢ El Commodore Yunk.” Yes ; there could be no doubt of it. The shape and size of the vessel answered the description exactly, and no trader or pleasure vessel, foreign or British, would sail with so dan- gerously an overweighting rig as that. “ At last, then!” cried Humphrey, excitedly, as he stood gazing at the long, suspicious-looking craft ; and his heart beat heavily, his face flushed, and the hands which held his glass trembled with eagerness. The men made way to right and left as their captain strode aft and exclaimed— “Bring the poor fellows here. They shall have their reward and go.” Was it treachery, or fear of the enemy? Humphrey asked himself this question as a shout came from the steersman, who, like the rest, had been gazing at the schooner, but who was the first to see and draw attention to a canoe being paddled rapidly for the shore. No one had been attending to the two Indians, who had waited until the attention of all was bent upon the buccaneer, and then silently slipped over the side, glided down the rope, anu cast off, to paddle shorewards. There was good discipline on board ship even then, and at the call to quarters every man fell into place. The long gun was run in, loaded, run out, and directly after there was a puff of smoke, a loud report which went echoing among the moun- tains and through the densely-wooded ravines, as a round shot skipped over the water right in front of the schooner. “ Hurrah!” shouted the men, as they saw the long vessel alter her course a little. ; ‘She surrenders,” said Humphrey to himself; and in the Gomichbooksneo =