“Like a conger, Sultana!” Milo’s face lighted warmly, and Dolores shrewdly guessed then that the petite octoroon’s regard for the giant was not altogether unrequited.

“Then carry her abreast of the vessel, quickly, and bid her swim out to it. Let her use some of the cunning that is in her pretty little head, and make them wonder what else our island has to offer in dainties. Then, ere evening, I shall have work for thee that shall complete what Pascherette begins. Command the minx to bring forth all her fascinations and allurements. Nay, friend, have no fear for thy sweetheart. I warrant thee she can care for herself, if she will. Go! It is my command!”

Milo departed, and Dolores went out to the Grove, climbed nimbly to the cliff-top, and sat down to