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"2 - : ON TIE DEEP. lone, hows’ever,” said Tam, “they might have died in one which was all the harder! They’ve gone to the thrones of heaven, which I’m told is of solid gold. Them’s the blessin’s of Christianity.” * Really,” said Block, “ you will permit me to obsarve that you take a highly indispensable view of the subject. ‘Them that goes to heaven fairly rolls in the wealth of righteous principalities, which is far superior to gold. 'Them’s the ex- ~ pectations of the humble which has.led a pure and Stoo tious life !” Just as he concluded, the Malay’s boat was seen shooting from behind the promontory that projected from one end of the island. The crew of the cutter could hear the shouts’ and yells of the pirates as they strained at their oars. Hay- ing a good start of them, however, the fugitives doubted not that they would succeed in reaching the sail ahead in time to escape their pursuers. Soon, while passing astern of the schooner, they heard an exclamation of surprise from Block. About a league ahead, he saw the outline of the canoe occu- pied by Loko and his senseless companion. Although the head and shoulders of the islander were visible, the girl, of course, could not be.seen as she was lying in the bottom of the vest. “Ay, ay, Pll be swung up!” sseniined the mate, “if I don’t think it’s him—that same reconsidering rascal who was spying about the ‘ Rainbow.’ He is now paddling off to find out the character of that sail ahead of him, or’ I’m. much mis- taken !” “Dear me!” cried the professor. “T hope he'll catch a Tartar [” “So do I; but, in the meantime, them impenetrable rascals — are fast gaining on us. Don’t slacken up any, my lads!” The crew strained every muscle. Their breath came forth in short quick gasps; their arms ached with their labor. — It was a hard task for only four men, that of urging the heavy boat so swiftly through the water. And in spite of their almost superhuman exertions, their pursuers continued ‘to gain upon them. The boats were now less than two hundred yards apart. Suddenly, the schooner was also seen to join in the chase. On she came, scooping up the water with her comliclooks.conn “or