"Ye needn't mind," said Dinny, sawing away; "the inhabitants all along here are a moighty dacent sort of folk, and won't tell where we're gone. They're not handsome, and they've got into a bad habit o' wearing little tails wid a moighty convanient crook in 'em to take howld of a tree." "Monkeys?" said Mary, eagerly. "Yes, Masther Jack, monkeys; and then there's the shmiling crockidills, and a few shnakes like ships' masts, and some shpotted cats. There's nobody else lives here for hundreds o' miles." "Then you are safe, Abel," said Mary, with the tears standing in her eyes. "Yes, Ma--yes, Jack," cried Abel, checking himself; and then meaningly, as he glanced at Bart, "you're a brother of whom a man may well be proud." "Ay," cried Bart, excitedly, "a brother of whom a man may well be proud." "Hurroo!" cried Dinny. "Howlt still, my lad, and I'll soon be through." And the boat sped onward toward the west. The island was found just as the Irishman had foretold, and as evening approached, without having even sighted a sail on their way, the little boat began coasting along, its occupants eagerly scanning the low, rock-reefed shore, above which waved a luxuriant tropic growth, but for some time no landing-place was found, while, though the sea was calm, there was a heavy swell to curl up and break upon the various reefs in a way that would have swamped their craft had they attempted to land. The last fetter had been laboriously sawn through, Dinny having persisted in continuing the task, and he now sat resting and watching the shore with a critical eye. All at once, upon sailing round a jagged point to which they had to give a wide berth on account of the fierce race which swept and eddied among the rocks, a pleasantly-wooded little bay opened out before them with a smooth sandy shore where the waves just creamed and glistened in the sun. "Look at that, now," said Dinny. "That's where we landed; but I was ashleep after pulling a long time at the oar, and I disremembered all about where we went ashore." "How beautiful!" said Jack, gazing thoughtfully at the glorious scene, and asking herself whether that was to be her future home. "An' d'yer caal that beautiful?" said Dinny, contemptuously. "Young man, did ye iver see Dublin Bay?" "No," said Jack, smiling in the earnest face before him. "Nor the Hill of Howth?" Jack shook his head. "Then don't call that beautiful again in me presence," said Dinny. "Puts me in mind of Black Pool," said Bart, thoughtfully. Further conversation was checked by the interest of landing, the boat being run up on the shore and hidden among the rocks, not that it was likely that it would be seen, but the position of the fugitives and the dread of being retaken made them doubly cautious, Bart even going so far as to obliterate their footprints on the sand.