"Betther for 'im, poor boy, if he 'ad. No, he 'adn't that luck. The crew--it was a tradin' vessel, and there was tin o' them--all got safe ashore. They were taken prisoners as they landed, by a lot o' Ayrabs. Only one av the tin got home to tell the tale; and he wouldn't a 'ad a chance but for a Jew merchant at Mogador that found he 'ad rich relations as 'ud pay well to ransom him. I see him a wee while after he got back to Hingland; and he tell me what he had to go through, and my hown brother as well; for Jim, that be my brother's name, was with the tribe as took 'im up the counthry. None o' yez iver heerd o' cruelties like they 'ad to put up with. Death in any way would be aisy compared to what they 'ad to hendure. Poor Jim! I suppose he's dead long ago. Tough as I be myself, I don't believe I could a stood it a week, let alone tin years. Talk o' knockin' about like a Turk's head. They were knocked about an' beat an' bullied an' kicked an' starved worse than the laziest lubber as ever skulked about the decks o' a ship. No, Masther Terry! we mustn't think av thryin' to find the owner av the beest; but do everythink we can to keep out av the way av both him an' his." "What would you advise us to do, Bill?" "I don't know much 'bout where we be," replied the sailor; "but wheresomever it is, our best plan are to hug by the coast, an' keep within sight o' the water. If we go inard, we're sure to get lost one way or t'other. By keepin' south'ard we may come to some thradin' port av the Portagee." "We'd better start at once, then," suggested the impatient Terence. "No, Masther Terry," said the sailor; "not afore night. We mustn't leave 'eer till it gets dark. We'll 'ave to thravel betwane two days." "What!" simultaneously exclaimed the three midshipmen. "Stay here till night! Impossible!" "Ay, lads! an' we must hide, too. Shure as you are livin' there'll be somebody afther this sthray kaymal, in a wee while, too, as ye'll see. If we ventured out durin' the daylight they'd be shure to see us from the 'ills. It's sayed, the thievin' schoundrels always keep watch when there's been a wreck upon the coast; an' I'll be bound this beest belongs to some av them same wreckers." "But what shall we do for food?" asked one of the party; "we'll be famished before nightfall! The camel, having nothing to eat or drink, won't yield any more milk." This interrogative conjecture was probably too near the truth. No one made answer to it. Colin's eyes were again turned towards the beach. Once more he directed the thoughts of his comrades to the shell-fish. "Hold your hands, youngsters," said the sailor. "Lie close 'eer behind the 'ill; an' I'll see if there's any shell-fish that we can make a meal av. Now that the sun's up, it won't do to walk down there. I must make a crawl av it."