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 a sailors' ditty, and then strolled to his primitive couch. He, too, was soon in the land of dreams.

The sun was just peeping over the horizon when the two wanderers awoke; and before having breakfast they went down to the adjacent beach for a refreshing plunge into the sea. Afterward they pushed on, covering ten miles before the sun "was over the yard-arm," as Tempest put it, when they fell in with a party of road-menders taking their midday rest. With typical Australian hospitality, the road-menders invited Dave and his companion to join them in their noon meal. It was evening when the two arrived in Albany, tired, hungry, and with the price of one scant meal in their possession.

"It would be fun if we could both get fixed up on the same boat," Dave suggested. "You 're not particular which way you go, are you?"

"North, south, east, or west, will do the same," Tempest replied.

"Well, I'd rather go east," Dave said, "if luck