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ELL. how’s our course, Tom ? ” j “We are about E.N.E., Bob." “ lb’s cold, Tom ; deuced cold, alter the West Indies.” “ And likely (o {jet colder afore long.” “ Ves, that, 'ere is sartin this ore voyage, I fancy ; that young follow, the Spanish relation of the skipper, won’t like it when Jack Frost nips him a bit.” “ He’ll iiave to chum it with the cook in the galley, and, speaking of our young passenger, reminds me of the Spaniard 1 met with some years ago.” “ I know who you allude to, Tom ; a middle watch - twelve to four--wouldn’t be worth keeping without a yarn. Just tip us that stave, old boy.” “ About the Spanish devil in duck trousers 1 met aboard the privateer, the Scorpion, as she were called. Ah ! I were only a nipper then. Bob Lai kin, but 1 shall never forget that last game at monte I ever played ; 1 won a capful of doubloons that night, but the gold only gob me into mis chief. I won the doubloons in a church, and a devilish noise we kicked up.l can tell you shipmate. Aii ! when cards are played in a church the devil always outs the pack, although they say the beggar never claps ids foot inside I he door.” “ We musn't forgot as he’s got wings, Tom, and Ins body is so elastic that he can twist himself through a key-hole. Of course, he would never put his foot on the stones, it would give him chillblains. Lord love yer mate, he never puts his hoofs on anything lhaiisnofc red-hot, and he oats nothing but capsicums and red pepper, mixed in Chili vinegar. I’ve heard all about him from a priest, as came to me when 1 were down wi' Yellow Jack.” “ That there claigy chap must, have been pretty intimate with Old Nick, Bob.” “ Well, he knowed all about him, that’s s»rtin ; but let us have that yarn, that adventure o’ yourn, when you was a privateering, Tom, aboard the Scorpion.” “ ’Vast a bit. Bob. 