t interruption, and dismounted outside Mr. Warren's villa. Here the Indian took leave of us, but

d the name of Raymon Sorillo will obtain it for you from every patriot in the mountai

adieu to José and then, spurring his

nglish merchant had often been our guest, and it was soon abundantly evident that we had done right in trusting him. He was a short, round-faced man, with a florid complexi

what a fool a man can be if he tries! Why, bless me, this is young Jack Crawford! Eight miles from

Dear, dear! Not a better fellow in South America! I'd shoot 'em all or string 'em up! The country's going to the dogs, and a man isn't safe

nish mysteriously, or something of that kind. What's the use of making believe? Those wh

My poor friend was hand in glove with the

o now, however," said José; "but the long and the short

his m

sent hi

ally Dons will have him in the casemat

ied José. "Our idea is to go to Valpara

than ever. "Maxwell has a schooner leaving in the morning. You can go on

d, so we were glad to have something to eat; after which Mr. W

nd your foot there, and don't tumble into the harbour; you won't get to Valparaiso that way.-That you, Maxwell? I have brought a couple of friends

. We must be prepared to rough it, he said. The schooner had no accommodation for passengers, but she was a sound boat, and the Chilian skipper was

d that General San Martin was a great soldier from Buenos Ayres, who, having overthrown the Spanish power in Chili, was collecting an army with which to drive the Spanish rulers from Peru

imed Mr. Warren. "Perhaps we s

ople can't rule themselves. They're like disorderly schoolboys, and need

, "if he's just, which

ate lying in the harbour? Tell me that, Maxwell; tell me that, sir! They'd confiscate the whole lot

r, informed us that the schooner was ready to sail; so we all went on deck, where

ty of food for powder without using him," were Mr. Warren

t the sailors were doing; but presently the boat began to move, the merchants, waving

some of which are narrated in this book, but I have never felt quite s

e lonely home where my mother sat with her grief, to the mighty cordillera where my father lay dead. Time softened the p

pper did what he could to make us comfortable. We slept in a dirty little box, which was

s. By this time the land was out of sight; for miles and miles the blue water lay around us-an interminab

tiff breeze blew the schooner along merrily, the blue sky was flecked only by the softest white clouds, and the swish, swish of the water

, leaving José on deck, but I was s

ospect of it. He has all hands at work taking in the sails and getting things ready generally. Rather a lucky thi

nd the groaning of the timbers, as if the ship were a living being stretched on a ra

sé, putting on his boots again. "I've no mind to stay in this ho

tch the great waves thundering along as if seeking to devour our tiny craft. Now the schooner hung poised for a moment on the edge of a mountainous wave; the next inst

and I shivered at sight of the white, scared faces of the crew. They could do nothing more; in the face of such a gale they were helpless as babies; those at the wheel kept th

en from my sight, I knew it to be the cry of an unhappy sailor in his death-agony. A huge wave, leaping like some ravenous animal to the deck, had c

d at the attempt! So leaving the hapless sailor to his fate, we drove on through a blinding wall of rain into the dark night, waiting for the end. No sky was visib

came a crash as of a falling body, the light went out, and I saw the man no more. How long the night lasted I cannot tell; to me it seemed an age, and no second of it was free from fear. Whether we were driving north, south, east, or we

e through at last, a cold gray light, and cheerless withal, which exactly suited our unhappy condition. The wind, too, as though

y and exhausted. Thanks to the skipper's foresight, the Aguila had suffered less than we had expected, and he exclaimed cheerfully that the damage could so

e joined us at breakfast, and his l

he exclaimed, "and we have hardl

nearest port," said José

ead out his han

g of a hopeless tone, "and there is no wind

and the sea lay beneath us like a sheet of glass. The dark clouds had rolled away, and though the sun was not visible, the thin haze betwe

invisible cable. No ripple broke the glassy surface, no breath of wind fanned the idl

the horizon eagerly, looking in vain for the tiniest cloud that might promise a break-up of the hideo

rain. Evening came, but the situation was unchanged, and a great fear entered our hearts. How long could we live l

essel's side, but, returning short

, "or I shall go mad. What an awful thing to pe

first. Then, for long hours, we went in fear of the storm; now, we would have

curious blood-red tint. We could not escape from the vessel, as our boats had been sma

!" remarked José, as, rising to our fe

hich would come

crew, foretelling a storm which should rise later in the day, and asserting that we were rig

ships could reach us, they said, while the calm lasted, and not the slightest sign of change could be seen. Our throats were parched, our lips cracked, our eyes bloodshot and

getting our weakness, we all jumped up

" exclaimed

comes!" cried he; "here she comes!" and,

hooner's side, anxiously scanning the horizon for our rescuer. Again the fellow shoute

ds no one moved. Then José, crying, "Throw me a rope!" jumped

The poor fellow has lost his senses." But José, unheeding the w

ning sailor, and then the two disappear

a madman!" said the captain, and

ped into the sea, hoping that I

h exhausted. A dozen strokes took me to his side, and then, half supporting him, I turned towa

the skipper gruffl

went below to the cabin, where, removin

ot back. The poor beggar nearly throttled me, down under!" and I noticed

el it now?

n; I am stifling here. And keep up your spirits, Jack. Don't give way the least bit, or it will be all over wit