The men had formed a guard in one of the hulks, but trade having been bad the agent had gone home, and they were glad to take service with Mr.Goodenough.

They spoke a few words of English, and, like the Kroomen, rejoiced in names which had been given them by sailors.

They were called Moses, Firewater, Ugly Tom, Bacon, Tatters, and King John.

They were now for the first time set to work, and the goods were soon transported from the brig to the house.
"Is anything the matter with you, Frank ?" Mr.Goodenough asked that evening.
"I don't know, sir.

My head feels heavy, somehow, and I am giddy." Mr.Goodenough felt his pulse.
"You have got your first touch of fever," he said.