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

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