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“Come, papa, do come !” pleaded Lilian. “T will try!” answered Claret, in a deep, sepulchral voces “T will try.” And catching a firm grasp of the ra*], he leaned over sideways, and for a moment peered into the hoat. Then he drew himself back, then peered into the boat again, then drew back a second time, and finally, with a determined shout, tucked up his brown coat-tails, as if resolved to make the at- tempt at all hazards. “Hey, dere! Come back here!” shrieked Onoolo behind dim; and he was unceremoniously pulled to the deck, while a dozen Kanakas proceeded to hoist up the boat. “ Balked!” cried Ben, impatiently dashing his cap to the bottom of the little craft; “ balked! and all on account of the doctor !” “Tt is really too bad !” exclaimed Lilian, with tears in her eyes. “Iam so sorry that papa vehaved so.” “Never mind,” whispered Frank; “ we may possibly get another opportunity to leave the ship.” “T’im afraid not,” said Ben, who had overheard him ; “ they'll keep a sharp eye on us now.” The boat being by this time on a level with the rail, the two seamen sprung out and assisted Lilian to the deck. “ Belay dere,” ordered the mate; “and keep watch of dese four people while I go in cabin and ask captain what we do with ’em.” Accordingly, the Kanakas, forming a circle around the whites, stood ready to resist any attempt on their part to escape. “JT am really sorry that I am the cause of our being cap- tured,” said Claret, “and sincerely wish you had gone off without me.” “We must make the best of it,” sighed Ben; “ but you'd never make a sailor, doctor.” “T think I should, in time. I certainly should have jumped ; in fact, I had resolved to jump when the islander seized me. Ahem !—that was really too bad.” ‘While the four were still conversing, the mate reappeared, provided with handcuffs. . “ Capen say han’ ar all,” he exclaimed, “and put in = ron !’’ Connicloooks.conn