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Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion. 121 ‘* How was she dressed ?” asked Coralie. ‘“T couldn’t say,” answered the girl; ‘‘ except that her clothes were dark. Her black veil was down over her face ; I noticed that ; and she had a little carpet-bag in her hand.” So there we were, no wiser than before. Verena had taken flight, and it was impossible to say whither. They were for running all over the world. The Squire would have started forthwith, and taken the top of the Monument to begin with. John Tanerton, departing on his search to find Pym’s lodg- ings, found we all meant to attend him, including Ozias. ‘‘ Better let me go alone,” said Jack. ‘‘I am Pym’s master at sea, and can perhaps exercise some little authority on shore. Johnny Ludlow can go with me.’ ‘And you, papa, and Mr. Todhetley might pay a visit to Madame Tussaud’s,” put in Coralie, who had not lost her equanimity the least in the world, seeming to look upon the escapade as more of a joke than otherwise. ‘‘ They will very probably be found at Madame Tussaud’s : it is a safe place of resort when people want to talk secrets and be under shelter.” There might be reason in what Coralie said. Certainly there was no need for a procession of five people and two cabs to invade the regions of Tower Hill. So Jack, buttoning his light over-coat over his dinner toggery, got into a hansom with me, and the two old gentlemen went off to see the kings and queens. ‘¢ Drive like the wind,” said Jack to the cabman. ‘No. 23, Ship Street, Tower Hull.” “JT thought you did not know his shen tate ’ IT said, as we went skimming over the stones. “I do not know Pym’s: am not sure that he puts up in Ship Street. My second mate, Mark Ferrar, lives at No. 23, and I dare- say he can direct me to Pym’s.” Mark Ferrar! ‘The name struck on my memory. ‘“ Does Ferrar come from Worcester, do you know, Jacke Is he related to the Battleys of Crabb ?” ‘Tt is the same,” said Jack. ‘‘ Ihave heard his history. One of his especial favourites is Mr. Johnny Ludlow.” ‘‘ How strange !—strange that he should be in your ship! Does he do well? Is he a good sailor P” ‘“‘First-rate. Ferrar is really a superior young man, steady and painstaking, and has got on wonderfully. As soon as he qualifies for master, which will be in another year or two, he will be placed in com- mand, unless I am mistaken. Our owners see what he is, and push him forward. They drafted him into my ship two years ago.” How curious it was! Mark Ferrar, the humble charity-boy, the Jrog, who had won the heart of poor King Sanker, rising thus quickly towards the top of the tree! I had always liked Mark: had seen how trustworthy he was. | CoOnniclboooks (CO)