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The sailors ran with grappling-irons to the boat to seek the captain. Euthemio held a purse up as a prize for the rescue of Timar. "A hundred ducats for him who rescues the captain!" "Keep your hundred ducats, good sir!" cried the voice of the man in question from the other end of the ship. "I'm coming." Then they saw him climbing up the stern by the rudder-chains. No fear of his being lost!

Michael fetched ink, pen, and paper, made one of these skillful scribes lie on his stomach on the deck, and dictated to him the deposition in which they all declared that, out of fear of hail-storms, they had thrown the body of Euthemio Trikaliss into the Danube while the crew slept, and without their knowledge or aid.

"And how do they know that this is the grave of an apostle?" asked she. "Because here many healing herbs grow, which they collect to cure all sorts of diseases, and send them great distances." "So they call him an apostle, who even in his grave does good to others?" Timéa questioned. "Timéa!" sounded from the cabin the imperious call of Euthemio.

"On the cliffs there are little marmots playing together like monkeys." Euthemio directed the telescope toward the approaching vessel, and his brows contracted; his face was pale as death. Timéa took the glass from his hand and looked again for the marmots on the rocks. Euthemio kept his arm round her waist.

It will not escape an attentive observer that the shaven part of his face is light in contrast to the rest, which is the case with a person who has lately removed a thick beard. This is Euthemio Trikaliss, under which name he appears in the way-book. He is the owner of the cargo, but the ship itself belongs to a merchant of Komorn called Athanasius Brazovics.

"Yes, that will do," said Timar, and fetched a paint-pot and busied himself in marking Euthemio Trikaliss's name and date of death in beautiful Greek letters on the coffin-lid. The four Servian peasants stood behind and spelled out what he wrote. "Now, then, you paint a letter or two while I see to my work," said Timar to one of the gazers, and handed him the brush.

Bad idea, said the sailors; the great mass will lie across the fairway, and stop the ship; besides, the cable is so long and slight that the heavy fabric will part it easily. When Euthemio Trikaliss saw from the vessel Timar's intention, he dropped his chibouque in a panic, ran along the deck and cried to the steersman to cut the tow-rope, and let the ship drift down-stream.

Trikaliss called "Come to me here, sir." Timar dressed quickly and hastened into the cabin. There were two beds, and between them a table. The curtains were closed in front of one, and on the other lay Euthemio. On the table stood a casket and two small glasses. "What are your orders, sir?" asked Timar. "I have no orders I entreat." "You want something?" "I shall not want anything long.

Barbara" had cast anchor before the island, and awaited the approaching boat, in which were three armed men two with muskets and bayonets besides two rowers and the steersman. Euthemio paced anxiously up and down the small space in front of the cabin. Timar approached him and whispered, "The searcher is coming."

The stranger behaved as though he were quite at home under the veranda, where his first act was to kiss the hand of the woman of the house. He greeted Timar with friendly condescension, made a polite bow to Euthemio and Timéa, and then opened the flood-gates of his eloquence. "Good-evening, dear mother-in-law! Your obedient servant, captain! Sir and mademoiselle, you are welcome.