the hail rang out, and by the same means as Pascherette had used, up climbed Milo, to stand motionless before the white men, an astounding and awe-inspiring shape.

“Another slave of the mysterious queen?” demanded Venner, when recovered from his astonishment. “It gets interesting, gentlemen. And what is your errand, Goliath?” he inquired of Milo.

“I know no Goliath. I am Milo. I come to summon ye to the presence of my queen,” returned the giant with as much unconcern as if he were inviting the pirates to a barbecue.

A titter of amusement passed over the three yachtsmen. It was tinged with resentment, though, and only curiosity, aroused by shock upon shock, prevented an angry rejoinder to Milo’s speech that could