CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
IN A TRAP.
"Ever feel at all uncomfortable about--that--Chinaman, Morris ?" I said one day, after we had been coasting along the shore southward for about a week.

I had not encountered that marine sentry alone since the terrible scene in the place where the prisoners were confined; and now, as soon as I saw him, the whole affair came back with all its shuddering horrors, and I felt quite a morbid desire to talk to him about it.
"What, bayoneting him, sir ?" said the man quietly.

"Well, no, sir, it's very odd, but I never have much.

I was so excited when I see him with his knife ashining by the light o' the corporal's lantern, that all the bayonet practice come to me quite natural like, and, as you know, I give point from the guard, and he jumped right on it, and I held him down after as you would a savage kind of tiger thing, and felt quite pleased like at having saved the first luff's life.

After you'd gone all the lads got talking about it, and I felt as proud as a peacock with ten tails.