Then he seemed to change his mind and shouted in bad English, with a diabolical laugh--'Swim away; swim hard, p'raps you kitch 'im up!' Of course the two junks were soon out of sight o' the poor swimmer--and that was the end of _him,_ for, of course, he must have been drowned." "But what of the poor little girl ?" asked Nigel, whose feelings were easily touched by the sorrows of children, and who began to have a suspicion of what was coming.
"I'm just comin' to that.

Well, the gun-boat that went to look for the pirates sighted one o' the junks out in the Indian Ocean after a long search and captured her, but not a single one o' the barque's crew was to be found in her, and it was supposed they had been all murdered and thrown overboard wi' shots tied to their feet to sink them.

Enough o' the cargo o' the British barque was found, however, to convict her, and on a more careful search bein' made, the little girl was discovered, hid away in the hold.

Bein' only about four year old, the poor little thing was too frightened to understand the questions put to her.

All she could say was that she wanted 'to go to father,' and that her name was Kathy, probably short for Kathleen, but she could not tell." "Then that is the girl who is now here ?" exclaimed Nigel.
"The same, lad.