One moment Charles Bramble stood and looked upon that long-loved,
beautiful form; one moment, like herself, recalled the past, the
sunshine of his childish hours--ay, even the last kiss which she, too,
remembered, now that so much had been recalled; and then he tenderly
drew the weeping, loving girl to his heart, and whispered to her how
dearly he loved her still!





CHAPTER XVI.

THE CANNIBALS.




THE first intimation of his brother's escape from confinement reached
Captain Bramble through the letter which we have already given to the
reader. His rage knew no bounds; he saw at once that he was foiled
completely, that he could do nothing towards his arrest, even, without
casting such dishonor upon his own name as would publicly disgrace him
for all time to come. In vain were all his efforts to discover the
guilty assistants or assistant of the prisoner, as it was not known at
what hour he escaped. Even the three sentinels on duty at the time could
not be identified, though Leonard Hust's friend, Bill, did more than
suspect that some trick had been played upon him during his watch; but
he could say nothing about the matter without making such a case of
self-crimination as to ensure punishment, and that, too, of the most