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44 THE MAD SKIPPER. admiration and wonder; for, like the American savages, many of the islinders of the Pacific respect the madman as a being endowed with supernatural wisdom. Meanwhile, peal after peal of maniac laughter continued te break from the cyptain’s lips, until, as if suddenly waking from some fearful dream, he started, glared around him ina bewildered manner, and then, turning. upon his heel, darted aft. und rushed into the cabin. ' “Go below,” whispered Onoolo to his dusky shipmates. “ He tell go below. Mus’ doeberyting he say. Fas’en scuttle afier you get on steps.” The mén obeyed, after which the mate severed the cords about the feet and wrists of the three men. “T have not yet squared accounts with the raseal who pounded me while I was down!” cried Ben, springing to his feet. ; “ Nor I with the one who tried to choke me!” exclaimed Frank. “ Nor yet with the villain who struck down my poor little chum,” “Some odder time,” said the mate; “ when go ashore guess hab chince to fight out. Bes’ let alone; now. Men all below and scuttle fastened.” : “ Ay, ay,” cried Ben. “ We'll wait until we can face ’em on equal tarms, and tlren, blast me, if we don’t make ’em dance.” “Might be so, and might not. Amy rate, must not fight aboard ship: Yow three white men mus’ live in! steerage rest of time; den no chance for quarrel.” ee 9 CHAPTER IV. OFF THE CAPE. WAFTED by a fair wind, the Monongahela, in due course of time, passed the Isle of Desolation, and drew near the stormy latitudes of the’ Cape. ‘Fhe weather seemed. to grow colder every hour; the sun, obscured by leaden-colorcd.al~ LCbooks).cc