"doos you tink I come here like dis for tell de Breetish consul a lie!"
"Shure yer right, an' I'm a goose," exclaimed the tar, becoming still more excited; "but are 'ee sure yer not mistaken, owld man?"
"Quite sure. Listen. Go, tell consul dat one boat come shore at Point Pescade, find me dere, capture me—carry me off. It was fishin' boat in Breetish pay. Dey find out who I be. Give leave to go shore again, and warn Breetish consul to look out, for Turk ver' savage when him hear of dis. Lord Exmouth, wid large fleet come straight to Algiers, for delivrin' all slaves, an' blow up de city."
"Hurrah!" shouted Flaggan, in a subdued voice, while he unpocketed the cudgel and twirled it over his head. "Good luck to 'ee, owld man. I'm off to tell the consul. Go in here an' they'll give 'ee some grub. Say I sent 'ee.—But, hallo!" he added, when on the point of starting, "what's yer name?"
"The Padre Giovanni," replied the old man.
"Och! it's mesilf has heard of 'ee," cried the seaman, as he turned and dashed down the road leading to the city. So energetic was he in his motions, and so quick was his pace, on reaching Bab-el-Oued gate, that the guard—a young soldier, lately arrived from Turkey—became suspicious, and ventured to intercept him.
Flaggan was in no humour to be stopped, or even
