to Tomlin, with an insinuating, caressing movement; and that ardent gentleman exclaimed impatiently: “Oh, never mind their looks! Come on Venner! This is what I’ve dreamed of all my life! Come on!”

Milo touched Pearse’s arm, said briefly, “Come!” and that reluctant visitor stepped ashore; while Venner, after a little twinge of misgiving, succumbed to his curiosity regarding the hidden glories of this strange realm, and followed the great black readily enough.

Up the cliff they followed Milo, Pascherette running ahead and looking backward ever and again with a seductive gesture of invitation; and in good time they stood before the council hall, the loitering pirates staring at them wonderingly, and from them to the graceful white schooner just then entering the narrow channel.