The old hussar, opening his eyes from a three hours swoon found him self on board the Maori lugger, which lay hid in a large marine cavern until night, and from whence she set sail along the coast to the hapu of Tupo the Pakeha. CHAPTER XX. Hene. The day was yet young when Cap tain Ormond, and the guide set out from Cranbourne Through the kind ness of the station overseer, the travel lers had been provided with a mount. Maori Jack conducted the Captain through the settlement, and persuaded him to call at the Jolly Pakeha by way of questioning the landlord relative to the shindy, but in reaiity to taste Mat Crayford’s Whiskey A mile beyont the hotel, the road merged into a narrow bush track which ran along the bank of the Patea for some considerable distance, and then vanished altogether. It was at this point Jack craved per, mission to absent himself for the space of an hour to pay a flying visit to an old friend, who held a few acres at the foot of Tapea, looming away to the left.
" I’ll not be a minit more nor an hour," said the guide. “In the mean time, do you keep straight on by the river bank, and that will bring you out at an ould Maori's village, about six or seven miles further up, called Meketu, It’s there ye’ll find me waiting for ye. Keep the river bank agra.”

And without waiting for the required permission, Jack wheeled to the left, and was lost to view.
