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To ‘ . Ay va ’ 2 \ . a g + ¢ - 4. _~ ; * - .. « ¢ (Eee bel BT) ise ge: 7 “A. ; Pe oa ; £ OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. 409 Foam, slowly and thoughtfully. ‘‘ Don’t you think it would be murder to leave a feeble person here?” Captain Holt laughed lightly. “Not at all. J think a woman would manage to subsist here, much more a man of his long experience; and ships are so often calling, besides. It is a picturesque place for a Robinson Crusoe. Have you been to look at the cascades pouring like melted silver over the rocks?” ‘““T shall fill up the casks, now I have made a landing, and the boys must turn out a few turtles; and if we could shoot © a wild hog, it would help out the provisions amazingly. I “Inust go and see about it.” Accordingly, Captain Lo went out to the group of sailors who were watching this consultation of their superiors with close attention. He gave the mate a few directions, and then sauntered away to look for his youthful passenger. He called for him twice before there was any response, and then the branching foliage of a thicket near at hand was parted cautiously, and a pale, frightened face looked out. “Oh, Captain Leyard! I am a poor, persecuted creature! Dangers lurk for me even on this far-off, deserted island,” he said, with quivering lips. _ ** He has found it out,” thought Captain Lo, his heart dropping like a lump of lead, and he hung his own head, and was silent. ““Oh, sir, for the love of Heaven, help me! Be my friend !” “‘My poor lad! Would to Heaven I might! Curse the day when | | He paused, shame-stricken. Did Will Yarrel know the whole—how Lodovico Leyard had sold his honorable char- acter for a bag of gold? If not, his own tongue should not be pumered by the confession of the humiliating truth, “S co "“Eomicboo