“I have thought of that,” said Mr. Mason, with a perplexed look, “and intended to speak to you on the subject; but events have crowded so fast upon each other of late that it has been driven out of my mind.  No doubt, if the Foam and the Avenger are one and the same vessel, as seems too evident to leave much room for doubt, then Bumpus is a pirate; for he does not deny that he was one of the crew.  But he acts strangely for a pirate.  He seems as much at his ease amongst us as if he were the most innocent of men.  Moreover, his looks seem to stamp him a thoroughly honest fellow.  But, alas! one cannot depend on looks.”

“But where is the man?” asked Henry.

“He is asleep in the small closet off the kitchen,” said Mrs. Stuart, “where he has been lying ever since you returned from the heathen village.  Poor fellow, he sleeps heavily, and looks as if he had been hurt during all this fighting.”

“Hurt! say you?” exclaimed Henry, laughing; “it is a miracle that he is now alive after the flight he took over the north cliff into the sea.”

“Flight!—­over the north cliff!” echoed Mrs. Stuart, in surprise.

“Aye, and a fearful plunge he had.”  Here Henry detailed poor Jo’s misadventure.  “And now,” said he, when he had finished, “I must lock his door and keep him in.  The settlers have forgotten him in all this turmoil; but, depend upon it, if they see him they will string him up for a pirate to the first handy branch of a tree, without giving him the benefit of a trial; and that would not be desirable.”

“Yet you would have shot Gascoyne on mere suspicion, without a thought of trial or justice,” said Mrs. Stuart.

“True, mother; but that was when I was seizing him, and in hot blood,” said Henry, in a subdued voice.  “I was hasty there, no doubt.  Lucky for us both that the pistol missed fire.”

The widow looked as if she were about to reply, but checked herself.

“Yes,” said Mr. Mason, recurring to the former subject; “as we shall be away a few days, we must lock Bumpus up to keep him out of harm’s way.  Meanwhile—­”

The missionary was interrupted here by the sudden opening of the door.  An exclamation of surprise burst from the whole party as they sprang up, for Gascoyne strode into the room, locked the door, and taking out the key handed it to Henry, who stood staring at him in speechless amazement.

“You are surprised to see me appear thus suddenly,” said he; “but the fact is that I came here this morning to fulfil a duty; and although Master Henry there has hindered me somewhat in carrying out my good intentions, I do not intend to allow him to frustrate me altogether.”

“I do not mean to make a second attempt, Gascoyne, after what has occurred this morning,” said Henry, seating himself doggedly on his chair.  “But it would be as well that you should observe that Mr. Mason is a stout man, and, as we have seen, can act vigorously when occasion offers.  Remember that we are two to one now.”