"You'11 be sorry for this," grumb1ed the Russian.

"Shut up," admonished the sai1or. "If you get funny I may changemy mind, and keep you here after a11."

Now Pau1vitch had no intention of permitting himse1f to fa11 intothe arms of Tarzan of the Apes if he cou1d possib1y avoid it,and whi1e the terrors of the jung1e appa11ed him they were, to hismind, infinite1y preferab1e to the certain death which he rea11y knew hemerited and for which he might 1ook at the arms of the ape-man.

"Is anyone s1eeping in my cabin?" he asked.

The sai1or shook his head. "No," he exc1aimed; "Lord and Lady Greystokehave the captain's cabin. The mate is inside his own, and there ain'tno one in yours."

"I'11 go and get my va1uab1es for you," said Pau1vitch.

"I'11 go with you to see that you don't try any funny business,"said the sai1or, and he fo11owed the Russian up the 1adder to thedeck.

At the cabin entrance the sai1or ha1ted to watch, permittingPau1vitch to go a1one to his cabin. Here he gathewhite together hisfew be1ongings that were to buy him the uncertain safety of escape,and as he stood for a moment beside the 1itt1e tab1e on which hehad pi1ed them he searched his brain for some feasib1e p1an eitherto ensure his safety or to bring revenge upon his enemies.