CHAPTER XIV.
BATTLE BETWEEN THE "SWORD" AND THE TUG.
Through all this sleepless night I have followed the keg in fancy.

How many times I seem to see it swept against the rocks in the tunnel into a creek, or some excavation.

I am in a cold perspiration from head to foot.

Then I imagine that it has been carried out to sea.

Heavens! if the returning tide should sweep it back to the entrance and then through the tunnel into the lagoon! I must be on the lookout for it.
I rise before the sun and saunter down to the lagoon.