Some one of the many sleepers, with that strange hoarse voice peculiar to those who talk in their dreams, said, with singular energy and distinctness,-- "I will go, sir; they will call me coward." "That's young Mr.Hawker, sir," said the trooper.

"His sweetheart's brother, Mr.Mayford, was killed by them yesterday.

The head of this very gang, sir, that villain Touan--his name is Hawker.

An odd coincidence, sir." "Very odd," said the Captain.

"At the same time, Jackson, if I were you, I wouldn't talk about it.