been aboard nearly half an hour talking with von Horn when the mate, Bududreen, came on deck, and it was Sing alone who noted the quickly concealed flash of recognition which passed between the two Malays. 

 The Chinaman also saw the gleam that shot into the visitor’s eye as Virginia emerged from the cabin, but by no word or voluntary outward sign did the man indicate that he had even noticed her. Shortly afterward he left, promising to return with provisions the following day. But it was to be months before they again saw him. 

 That evening as Sing was serving Virginia’s supper he asked her if she had recognized their visitor of the afternoon. 

 “Why no, Sing,” she replied, “I never saw him before.” 

 “Sh!” admonished the celestial. “No talkee so strong, wallee have ear all same labbit.” 

 “What do you mean, Sing?” asked the girl in a low voice. “How perfectly weird and mysterious you are. Why you make the cold chills run up my spine,” she ended, laughing. But Sing did not return her smile as was his custom. 

 “You no lememba tallee Lajah stand up wavee lite clothee in plilate boat, ah?” he urged. 

 “Oh, Sing,” she cried, “I do indeed! But unless you had reminded me I should never have thought to connect him with our visitor of today—they do look very much alike, don’t they?” 

 “Lookeelike! Ugh, they all samee one man. Sing know. You lookee out, Linee,” which was the closest that Sing had ever been able to come to pronouncing Virginia. 

 “Why should I look out? He doesn’t want me,” said the girl, laughingly. 

 “Don’t you bee too damee sure ’bout lat, Linee,” was Sing’s inelegant but convincing reply, as he turned toward his galley. 

 The following morning the party, with the exception of three Malays who were left to guard the Ithaca, set out for the new camp. The journey was up the bed of the small stream which emptied into the harbor, so that although fifteen men had passed back and forth through the jungle from the beach to the camp every day for two weeks, there was no sign that human foot had ever crossed the narrow strip of sand that lay between the dense foliage and the harbor. 

 The gravel bottom of the rivulet made fairly good walking, and as Virginia was borne in a 

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