"At all events they don't intend to lynch us," said Tom. "That's one comfort." "If each of us had a good shillelah in our hands, we would be after making them sing a different tune," exclaimed Desmond, turning round every now and then, and casting a contemptuous look on the mob. Higson and Archy Gordon walked on, however, in an unconcerned manner, thinking it more dignified to take no notice of the ill-feeling shown by the people. They were thankful when at last they got back to their prison. Messes somewhat similar to those they had in the morning were again brought to them. Norris asked the man if they could not purchase something better, and offered a dollar if he would bring them some fruit. "Stop a little, and I will see what can be done," he answered in Portuguese. An hour or two more passed, by which time the people had gone away, when the same man again appeared at the window, and bringing a large basket of oranges and other fruit, he asked for the dollar. "You shall have it when you have given us its value in fruit, but not until then, my friend," answered Norris, holding it up. The man, knowing that they could not run away, thought that he might trust them, and threw the oranges, and limes, and grapes, and other fruit through the bars of the window, when they were eagerly caught by the thirsty prisoners. The fruit was not worth a quarter the sum the man received, so he was well contented, and signified that he would bring some more next day. For a second night they were shut up; they could only hope that Sangaree Jack would prove faithful, and inform their friends of the treatment they had received. "But suppose he does not?" said Desmond; "we may be kept here till we starve." "No great fear of that," said Higson. "Rogers and several others know that we were going up the harbour; and if we don't appear, boats will be sent to look for us before long."