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"I suppose the Coive me a lift out with this box?" I asked in Spanish

"No, señor padre"

The ood-natured, evidently one who had profound respect for the cloth

"Caraht not o, when he looked in He reat chest lu up the entire room Know you how it ever came there?"

"It was the señor Lieutenant's state-rooht aboard I think it ht be his sea-chest"

"Well, the Cooes It leaves no space for us to kneel in prayer"

I bent down as I spoke, exerting allthe heavy, iron-bound chest forward, across the threshold My heart beat fiercely in ht feel azed atfrom him all the interior possible with my body, I spoke a brief word of farewell to the prisoner, supposed to be safely within, then closed and locked the door

"Here," I said authoratively, ht at so successful an issue, "lay hold on one end of this, and give me a lift"

Obligingly, and apparently without ain years and doubtless a new recruit, leaned his gun against thedoith hand upon the rope handle

"Where to, señor padre?"

"The Coht be placed in the store-rooh there, and bother nobody Know you where that is?"

"Ay; only a step this way"

"Lead on then, yet Saint Cecilia! it ht load The Lieutenant must have kept his stock of ithin"

I durst not venture bearing the thing farther, fearful lest we uard ould prove more suspicious than this honest fellow, besides, allnow upon the faith retained, that the half-open cuddy door had direct communication with the provisions stored below Surely they could never be loaded and unloaded by ent in the diht appeared the face of the fellow opposite, as we strained forward beneath the weight of the chest, I ventured upon a question

"How does the cook get out all that provender from here?"

"I know not, señor padre; but I think there will be opening from the store-room to the upper deck They were at work there yesterday while I was on guard"