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Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion. 109 A curious feeling, against taking Pym out again, lay within him ; like an instinct, it seemed; a prevision of warning. Jack was fully conscious of it, though he knew not why it should be there. It was a great deal stronger than could have been prompted by his disappro- bation of the man’s carelessness in his duties on board. ‘‘T’ll go up to London to-morrow,” he decided. ‘‘ Best to do so. Pym means to sail in the Rose of Delhi if he can; just, I expect, because he sees I don’t wish him to: the man’s nature is as contrary as two sticks. I’ll not have him again at any price. Yes, I must go up to-morrow.” “T’/homme propose’—we know the proverb. Very much to Jack’s surprise, his wife arrived that evening at the Rectory from Liverpool, with her eldest child, Polly. Therefore, Jack did not start for London on the morrow ; it would not have been at all polite. He went up the following week. His first visit was to Eastcheap, in which bustling quarter stood the office of Mr. James Freeman, the ship’s broker. After talking a bit about the ship and her cargo, Jack spoke of Pym. ‘‘ Has a first officer been appointed in Pym’s place?” “No,” said Mr. Freeman. ‘‘ Pym goes out with you again.” ‘€T told you I did not wish to take Pym again,” cried Jack. ‘You said something about it, I know, and we thought of putting in the mate from the Star of Lahore; but he wants to keep to his own vessel.” * T won't take Pym.” But why, Captain Tanerton ?” “We don’t get on together. I never had an officer who gave me so much provocation—the Americans would say, who v/ed me so. I believe the man dislikes me, and for that reason was insubordinate. He may do better in another ship. Iam a strict disciplinarian on board.” Well,” carelessly observed the broker, ‘‘ you will have to make the best of him this voyage, Captain Tanerton. It is decided that he sails with you again.” ‘Then, don’t be surprised if there’s murder committed,” was Jack’s impetuous answer. And Mr. Freeman stared: and noted the words. The midday sun was shining hotly upon the London pavement, and especially upon the glittering gold band adorning the cap of a lithe, handsome young sailor, who had just got out of a cab, and was striding along as though he wanted to run a race with the clocks. It was Edward Pym: and the reader will please take notice that we have gone back a few days, for this was the day following Pym’s arrival in London. ‘Halt a step,” cried he to himself, his eye catching the name written up at a street corner. ‘I must be out of my bearings.” COMIC OOO (CO) im