She tried the door of her room. It was securely locked, as she had expected to find it. "They would kill me, if I tried to come between them and their victim," she said; "and I am afraid to die." She crept to her wretched bed, and flung herself down, dressed as she was. She drew the thin patchwork coverlet round her. Ten minutes after she had thrown herself upon the bed, a key turned in the lock, and the door was opened by a stealthy hand. Black Milsom looked into the room. The cold glimmer of day fell full upon the girl's pale face. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was loud and regular. "Asleep," he whispered to some one outside; "as safe as a rock." He drew back and closed the door softly. * * * * * Joyce Harker worked his hardest on board the 'Pizarro', and the repairs were duly completed by the 4th of April. On the morning of the 5th the vessel was a picture, and Joyce surveyed her with the pride of a man who feels that he has not worked in vain. He had set his heart upon the brothers celebrating the first day of their re-union on board the trim little craft: and he had made arrangements for the preparation of a dinner which was to be a triumph in its way. Joyce presented himself at the bar of the 'Jolly Tar' at half-past eleven on the appointed morning. He expected that the brothers would be punctual; but he did not expect either of them to appear before the stroke of noon. All was very quiet at the 'Jolly Tar' at this hour of the day. The landlord was alone in the bar, reading a paper. He looked up as Joyce entered; but did not appear to recognize him. "Can I step through into your private room?" asked Joyce; "I expect Captain Jernam and his brother to meet me here in half an hour." "To be sure you can, mate. There's no one in the private room at this time of day. Jernam--Jernam, did you say? What Jernam is that? I don't recollect the name." "You've a short memory," answered Joyce; "you might remember Captain Jernam of the 'Pizarro'; for it isn't above a week since he was here with me. He dined here, and slept here, and left early in the morning, though you were uncommonly pressing for him to stay." "We've so many captains and sailors in and out from year's end to year's end, that I don't remember them by name," said Dennis Wayman; "but I do remember your friend, mate, now you remind me of him; and I remember you, too." "Yes," said Joyce, with a grin; "there ain't so many of my pattern. I'll take a glass of rum for the good of the house; and if you can lend me a paper, I'll skim the news of the day while I'm waiting." Joyce passed into the little room, where Dennis took him the newspaper and the rum.