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Takes a deal o' study, Ziffa, to make him out. Your father always say that. But Rosco's fuss-rate at 'splainin' of 'em. Fuss-rate so your father say. Him was born for a mis'nary." At that moment a cry was heard in the distance. They had been ascending a winding path leading to the field to which they were bound.
When they reached the spot whence it had apparently issued, the mis'nary, or ex-pirate, was nowhere to be seen. "Hooroo! whar' is you?" shouted Betsy, looking round. "Here!" cried a half-smothered voice from somewhere in the earth. "Oh! look!" exclaimed Zariffa in a sort of squeal as she ran towards a spot where two strange plants seemed to have sprung up. "Rosco's legs!" said Betsy, aghast.
"Sounds like man in distress," said Betsy, breaking into a run with that eager alacrity which usually characterises the sympathetic. Zariffa replied not, but followed her mother. The cry was repeated, and at once recognised as being uttered by the man who was "born for a mis'nary," but had mistaken his profession when he became a pirate!
As he spoke, Zeppa and his son, who had been walking behind Ebony, came up. The panting child only replied, "Rosco queek!" and ran before them to the fatal spot. Need we say that in a few moments the "born mis'nary" was drawn like a cork out of a bottle, and set down right end up?
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