one sail after another was distended and sheeted home until she
looked to those on shore as though enveloped in canvas, and drove
over the waters like a flying cloud.

One of those who pulled away from the schooner as she lay her
course, would have been recognized by the reader as Krometz; and now
half way to the landing he motioned his companion to cease rowing,
while he paused himself and looked after the receding clipper with a
strange medley of expression pictured in his face.

"Give way, give way," said his companion at last, somewhat
impatiently; "one would think, by the way you look seaward, that you
would like to head in that direction instead of pulling into the
harbor."

"You are right, comrade. I do wish that yonder clipper was carrying
me away from here."

"You are a queer fellow, Krometz, to let that girl make you so
unhappy, but she's off now, and will probably bring up in some
Turkish harem, where she will end her days. Not so bad a fate
either," continued the oarsman. "Surrounded by every luxury the
heart could wish or the imagination conceive, it's a better lot than
either yours or mine."

"Well, say no more of this, and remember the utmost secrecy is to be
observed, for that tiger of an Aphiz will hunt us to death if he
does but suspect that we had a hand in the business."

"Our disguise was sufficient," said the other, "and by-the-way, we