This was followed by a sharp rustling noise, and the sleeping ruffian rose up, growled loudly, pushed the lamp on one side, so that it creaked over the table, and then seemed to lay his head down again, and began to breathe heavily. A minute or two that seemed an hour passed away, and still the two women listened, feeling certain that help was coming, especially as the rustling noise once more commenced; and then, as they waited longingly for the unfastening of their prison door, they plainly heard the Cuban's step on the deck, and directly after he began to descend. Their hearts sank as they heard him coming, and they shrank away from the door, when, to their surprise, just as they were about to attribute the sounds they had heard to fancy, there was a flash as if the lamp had been raised from the table, a heavy blow, a crash as of breaking glass, and a tremendous struggle ensued in what was evidently total darkness, for the lamp had been overturned, and not a gleam shone through the door. Oaths and curses mingled with the struggling noises which fell upon the trembling women's ears as the two men engaged, crashed against the bulkheads, and once came so violently against the door of communication that they threatened to break it in. This lasted for about five minutes, when the Cuban's voice was heard shouting for lights. The noise of the struggle had now ceased, and Hester found courage enough to look through the door, as a gleam of light shone through; and she saw three sailors entering the cabin with a lantern, which cast its light upon the bruised and bleeding face of the Cuban, who was kneeling on the chest of the ruffian who had been sleeping in the cabin. "The drunken fool flew at me as I came in," exclaimed Laure, savagely. "I didn't," growled the fellow. "You hit me on the head with the lamp." "You knocked it over in your drunken sleep," shouted Laure. "Here, get up: you shall stay here no longer. Go and sleep on deck." The man rose in a heavy, stupid way, and, muttering to himself, left the cabin and went on deck, while, under the Cuban's orders, the men who had come down fetched another lamp, and cleared away all the traces of the struggle. It was now evidently long past midnight, and as soon as Laure was left alone, Hester and her companion began to tremble once more for their fate. The Cuban was evidently restless and uneasy, for he kept getting up and walking to the stairs and listening, as if in doubt; but as an hour glided by, and all seemed perfectly still, he remained longer in his seat, and at last, as Hester watched him, she saw his glance turned towards the inner cabin, and to her horror he rose and, with a peculiar smile upon his face, came and laid his hand upon the lock of the door. STORY ONE, CHAPTER THIRTY SIX. RETRIBUTION.