"All litee," remarked John amiably, and started for the fire, such

being his instinct, not with the purpose of getting warm, but of

cooking something. And in half an hour he had a cup of hot bouillon

all around.

"It's a commendable thing," remarked Mrs. Daniver, "that you, sir,

should go to the rescue of even a humble Chinaman. I find this

bouillon delicious."

"Have you quite recovered from your seasickness by this time, Mrs.

Daniver?" I asked politely.

"Seasickness?" She raised an eyebrow in protest. "I never was seasick

in my life--not even in the roughest crossings of the Channel, where

others were quite helpless."

"It is fortunate to be immune," said I. "People tell me it is a

terrible feeling--they even think they are going to die."

Jean Lafitte, I found, had made quite a serviceable shelter, throwing

a tarpaulin over one of the long boat's oars. We pushed our fire to

the front of this, and after a time induced the ladies to make

themselves more comfortable. Only with some protest did my hearty

pirates agree to share this shelter which made our sole protection

against the storm.




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