Montague could not repress a smile and a look of admiration as he said to our little hero: "Why, Corrie, if you were a giant it would be much easier to go to the other side of the island, wring off the heads of all the pirates, and, carrying me on your shoulders, and Alice and Poopy in your coat pockets, get safely aboard the Foam, and ho! for Sandy Cove." "So it would," said Corrie gravely.

"I did not think of that; and it would be a far pleasanter way than the other." "Ah, Corrie, I fear that you are a very bloodthirsty fellow." "Of course I am when I have pirates to deal with.

I would kill them every man, without a thought." "No, you wouldn't, my boy.

You couldn't do it in cold blood, even although they are bad men." "I don't know that," said Corrie, dubiously.

"I would do it without more feeling than I would have in killing a cat." "Did you ever kill a cat ?" asked Montague.
"Never," answered Corrie.
"Then how can you tell what your feelings would be if you were to attempt to do it.