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Pas. SAY «SP STLaP en Be. Gh eh cet ™ a> of te a ES faSe > 4 ; . ; . o4 “< a » « > ‘as IW ALY - a : 7 ‘ ; > ba ee rd ‘ o> 120 ss MORE OF THE ENEMY. and aft, aloft, and on deck, scanning all points of the © compass, and ready to give the alarm at the slightest sign of an approaching enemy. The night passed without incident, except a false alarm in the mid-watch, caused by an overzealous sea-— man mistaking the r:pple of a wave for the sound of oars. Mark slept intermittently in the chart-room, ly- ing on one of the cushioned seats, and the middy fol- lowed his example at odd intervals in the pilot-house. Just as the first blush of dawn reddened the eastern sky, the anchor was catted and the cruiser got under way. As soon as it was light enough to discern objects any distance away, Merrill took the telescope and climbed uptotheforetop. They were lying at the south- ern end of the channel separating the two islands, only one of which, the smaller, was visible. T’sin Chu lay hidden in a hazy mist with only the top of the volcano showing above. ‘There was nothing to be seen of the shore, nor the junk when the ensign first took his posi- tion in the top, but after waiting patiently for a while he saw the foggy clouds devoured by the sun’s advanc- ing rays, and little by little the sandy beach came into view. It was only after several minutes of constant nendtebis ing that he was enabled to locate the wrecked vessel. At last the sheen of a bit of fiuttering matting caught his eye, and he saw the hull half-hidden behind a rocky promontory, broadside on the beach. There was no sign of life around her. Nothing but the dismar tle: fabric with two stumps sticking up from the deck, and a flapping sail caught on the jagged end of the how- sprit. Turning his attention to the sea, Mark Swept the horizon slowly. ie Beginning with the extreme western mn he oe: ) amined the wavering blue line inch. 7 inch, antl at Glee Scheie