Where the Pavement Ends

n to all his gestures, he took out a small canvas wallet, the crude equivalent of the professional black bag, from which he drew a thimble. Meticulously he poured a brimming measure, and Fenayrou gave a shout at the grumbler's fallen jaw as he accepted that tiny cup between his big fingers. Dubosc served Fenayrou and himself with the same amount before he recorked the bottle.

"In this manner we should have enough to last us three days maybe more with equal shares among the three of us...."

Such was his summing of the demonstration, and it passed without comment, as a matter of course in the premises, that he should count as he did ignoring that other who sat alone at the stern of the raft, the black Canaque, the fourth man.

Perroquet had been outmanoeuvred, but he listened sullenly while for the hundredth time Dubosc recited his easy and definite plan for their rescue, as arranged with his secret correspondents.

"That sounds very well," observed The Parrot, at last. "But what if th