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Everybody believes that Cavor was a not very brilliant scientific experimenter who blew up his house and himself at Lympne, and they explain the bang that followed my arrival at Littlestone by a reference to the experiments with explosives that are going on continually at the government establishment of Lydd, two miles away.

"So far so good, then; it only remains for us to smuggle the captain, the missionary, and the crew of the Nelson on board." "But we are prisoners," said Littlestone. "I know that well enough; if you were not prisoners, of course there would be no difficulty." "Recollect, Willis, we are not only prisoners, but we are on parole." "True," said Willis, scratching his ear, "I did not think of that."

I set myself to puzzle out the conditions under which I must fall to earth. Mr. Bedford at Littlestone My line of flight was about parallel with the surface as I came into the upper air. The temperature of sphere began to rise forthwith. I knew it behoved me to drop at once. Far below me, in a darkling twilight, stretched a great expanse of sea.

When indeed I took my place in the world, how amazed the world would be! If it had not been for my inordinate fatigue, the landlord of the Littlestone hotel would have been amusing, as he hesitated between my gold and my respectable company on the one and my filthy appearance on the other.

"No, stop a bit; we were in hopes of falling in with Captain Littlestone, were we not?" "Yes; but what then?" "We were disappointed, were we not?" "Yes. That has not made you ill, has it?" "No; somebody else has turned up; there is one of the Nelson's crew on board this ship." "One of the Nelson's crew?" "Aye, and if you only knew how my heart beat when I saw him."

"If Captain Littlestone is here, Willis," said Jack, "he could not have been on board the Boudeuse." "That is true, Master Jack." "In that case, Great Rono, you must have been dreaming in the corvette as well as in the Yankee." "No," insisted Willis, "it was no dream, I am certain of that." "Explain the riddle, then."

"I cannot do that just at present, but it may be cleared up by-and-by, like all the mysteries and miracles that surround us." Jack, on arriving at the hotel, ascertained the number of the room in which Captain Littlestone was located. In his hurry to see his old friend, the young man did not stop to knock at the door, but entered without ceremony, with Fritz and Willis at his heels.

"Aye, aye, sir," replied the new boatswain, sounding the whistle. "By the way," said Littlestone, turning to Jack, "I do not see the surgeon you spoke of on board. How is this?" "He is on board for all that," said Jack, drawing an official looking document out of his pocket; "be kind enough to read that." The captain accordingly read as follows: "Havre, 15th October, 1812.

He himself searched every corner of the ship, but without other result than a confirmation of his own impression that there were no officers on board other than those of the corvette; and yet, notwithstanding his own conviction in daylight, he still continued to assert the reality of his interviews with Captain Littlestone during the night.

During this conversation, the missionary had put a thousand questions to Willis and Fritz relative to his father, mother, and sisters, and a smile now and then lit up his features as Fritz related some of the family mishaps. "You must have undergone some hardships in your voyage from the antipodes to Havre de Grace," said Littlestone to Jack, "notwithstanding the skill of my friend the Pilot."