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that;
we must fix on some plan, and act at once."
"The werry thing, sir," said Disco quietly, "that wos runnin' in my own
mind, 'cos it's werry clear that we hain't got too many minits to spare in
confabilation."
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"Arter you, sir," said Disco, pulling his forelock; "you are capting now,
an' ought to give orders."
"Then I think the best thing we can do," rejoined Harold, "is to make
straight for the shore, search for an opening in the reef, run through,
and beach the vessel on the sand. What say you?"
"As there's nothin' else left for us to do," replied Disco, "that's 'zactly
wot I think too, an' the sooner we does it the better."
"Down with the helm, then," cried Harold, springing forward, "and I'll

ease off the sheets."
In a few minutes the `Aurora' was surging before a stiff breeze towards
the line of foam which indicated the outlying reef, and inside of which
all was comparatively calm.
"If we only manage to get inside," said Harold, "we shall do well."
Disco made no reply. His whole attention was given to steering the brig,
and running his eyes anxiously along the breakers, the sound of which
increased to a thunderous roar as they drew near.
"There seems something like a channel yonder," said Harold, pointing
anxiously to a particular spot in the reef.
"I see it, sir," was the curt reply.
A few minutes more of suspense, and the brig drove into the supposed
channel, and struck with such violence that the foremast snapped off
near the deck, and went over the side.
"God help us, we're lost!" exclaimed Harold, as a towering wave lifted
the vessel up and hurled her like a plaything on the rocks.
"Stand by to jump, sir," cried Disco. Another breaker came roaring in at
the moment, overwhelmed the brig, rolled her over on her beam-ends,
and swept the two men out of her. They struggled gallantly to free
themselves from the wreck, and, succeeding with difficulty, swam
across the sheltered water to the shore, on which they finally landed.
Harold's first exclamation was one of thankfulness for their deliverance,
to which Disco replied with a hearty "Amen!" and then turning round
and surveying the coast, while he slowly thrust his hands into his wet
trouser-pockets, wondered whereabouts in the world they had got to.
"To the east coast of Africa, to be sure," observed the young supercargo,
with a slight smile, as he wrung the water out of the foot of his trousers,
"the place we were bound for, you know."

"Werry good; so here we are--come to an anchor! Well, I only wish,"
he added, sitting down on a piece of driftwood, and rummaging in the
pockets before referred to, as if in search of something--"I only wish I'd
kep' on my weskit, 'cause all my 'baccy's there, and it would be a rael
comfort to have a quid in the circumstances."
It was fortunate for the wrecked voyagers that the set of the current had
carried portions of their vessel to the shore, at a considerable distance
from the spot where they had landed, because a band of natives, armed
with spears and bows and arrows, had watched the wreck from the
neighbouring heights, and had hastened to that part of the coast on
which they knew from experience the cargo would be likely to drift.
The heads of the swimmers being but small specks in the distance, had
escaped observation. Thus they had landed unseen. The spot was near
the entrance to a small river or creek, which was partially concealed by
the formation of the land and by mangrove trees.
Harold was the first to observe that they had not been cast on an
uninhabited shore. While gazing round him, and casting about in his
mind what was best to be done, he heard shouts, and hastening to a
rocky point that hid part of the coast from his view looked cautiously
over it and saw the natives. He beckoned to Disco, who joined him.
"They haven't a friendly look about 'em," observed the seaman, "and
they're summat scant in the matter of clothin'."
"Appearances are often deceptive," returned his companion, "but I so
far agree with you that I think our wisest course will be to retire into
the woods, and there consult as to our future proceedings, for it is quite
certain that as we cannot live on sand and salt water, neither can we
safely sleep in wet clothes or on the bare ground in a climate like this."
Hastening towards the entrance to the creek, the unfortunate pair
entered the bushes, through which they pushed with some difficulty,
until they gained a spot sufficiently secluded for their