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“ Not a bit of it, seeing as you are the attackers.” “Then not put down handspikes and crowbars.” “Tf you don't I shall—” Betore he could say another word, he was pulled to the deck by the strong arms of the savage behind; and the next moment the gun was jerked from his grasp by one of the natives in front. With fierce yells, the whole band then crowded around him. — His hands and feet were tied, and then the man who got possession of the gun lifted the weapon to strike him upon the head, He was prevented from doing so, however, by Frank, who with his chum had quitted the knightheads the moment he saw the old tar thrown down. A blow from his handspike stunned the savage so that he stag- gered to one side; and the young man had seized the gun to snatch it from the other's relaxing grasp, when he was vio- lently hurled upon his back by two of the savages. They bound his feet with .strong cords; then one of them pressed his hand upon his throat and his knee upon his breast, while the other tied his arms. By his side lay the dwarf, secured in a@ simijar manner. “Hil -hil” gritted one of the New-Zealanders, stooping and peering triumphantly into Frank’s face. “ Make you all same unless keep still and no struggle. “You are a set of cowardly, dogs,” gasped the prostrate man, “ and—” The tightening of the hand upon his throat prevented the conclusion of the sentence. His brain grew dizzy; he was unable to breathe; sharp, agonizing pains shot through his head. He struggled violently to release himself, but in vain; . and there is no doubt the savage would have accomplished his intention of choking him to death, but for the interference of Onoolo, who, having finished his breakfast, had just emerged from the companion-way. : “Hit hit dere! exclaimed this werthy, rushing forward, “what you "bout dere! Stop! stop dat work at once !” He pushed aside an islander who was beating Ben upon the head with his fists, and ordered the one who was stvangling Frank to let go his hold. “ What all dis mean ?” he angrily innuired, as the — released the prostrate men. “ Speak quick—I like wl" EGOmicboo eneonnn