every sound that seemed to approach the eabin. The oeeun must undoubtedly be our grave; but whether the wave, the eord, the pistol, or the dagger, would be the instrument of our destruction, we knew not.
The sun sunk in the waters, and the wind, as is often the case at sunset, died on the ocean. At this moment, I heard the voice of the captain—'Up to the top of the mainmast, Jaek, and see if there be any sail on the horizon.' We distinguished the sound of feet running up the shrouds. A few moments elapsed ere the answer was reeeived. At length, we heard a—'Well, Jack, well?'—whieh was followed by the springing of a man on deek, and the words, 'not a sail within fifty miles, I'll be sworn.'—'Well, then, do the work below!' was the reply. 'But (with an oath) don't let's have any squealing or squalling. Finish them quietly. And take all the trumpery out of the cabin, for we shall hold revel there to-night.' A step now eame softly down the eabin stair, and a hand tried the door, but found it fastened. I quitted Margaret, and placed myself at the entranee of the cabin. 'Whoever,' said I, 'attempts to come into this place, does it at the peril of his life. I fire the instant the lateh is raised.'—A voice said, 'Laissez moi entrer done.' I then unfastened the door. Girod entered, and locked it after him. He dragged in with him four strings, with heavy stones appended to them, and the same number of sacks. The females sunk on the floor. In the twinkling of an eye, Girod rolled up the carpet of the cabin, and took up the trap-door, which every traveller knows is to be found in the cabins of merehantmen 'In—in,' he said in French to the eountess and myself. I immediately deseended, reeived Margaret into my arms, and was holding them out for the other females, when the trapdoor was instantly elosed and bolted, the carpet laid down, the cabin door unloeked, and Girod called out, 'Here you, Harry, Jaek, how eall you yourselves, I'vo done for two of dem. I ean't manage no more. Dat tamned Captain Lyon, when I stuff him in de sack, he almost brake de arm.' Heavy feet trampling over the eabin floor, with a sound of scuffling and struggling, were now heard over our head. A stifled shriek whieh died into a deep groan, succeeded—then two heavy splashes into the water, with the bubbling noise of something sinking beneath the waves, and the fate of the two iunoeent sisters was deeided. 'Where's Monsieur Girod?' at length said a rough voice.—'Oh, he's gone above,' was the reply; 'thinks himself too good to kill any but quality.'—No, no, answered the other, 'I'm Girod's, through to the baek-bone—the funniest fellow of the crow. But he had a private
