MR.

DELAPLAINE LEADS A BOARDING PARTY Steadily southward sailed the brig Black Swan which bore upon its decks the happy Mander family and our poor friend Dickory, carrying with him his lifelong destiny in the shape of the blood-stained letter from Captain Vince.
The sackcloth draperies of Lucilla, with the red cord lightly tied about them, had given place to a very ordinary gown fashioned by her mother and herself, which added so few charms to her young face and sparkling eyes that Dickory often thought that he wished there were some bushes on deck so that she might stand behind them and let him see only her face, as he had seen it when first he met her.

But he saw the pretty face a great deal, for Lucilla was very anxious to know things, and asked many questions about Barbadoes, and also asked if there was any probability that the brig would go straight on to that lovely island without bothering to stop at Jamaica.

It was during such talks as this that Dickory forgot, when he did forget, the blood-stained letter that he carried with him always.
Our young friend still wore the naval uniform, although in coming on the brig he had changed it for some rough sailor's clothes.

But Lucilla had besought him to be again a brave lieutenant.
They sailed and they sailed, and there was but little wind, and that from the south and against them.