| Chap. | Page |
| I.[ Tyler Richardson] | 10 |
| II.[ Eastward Ho!] | 26 |
| III.[ Preparing for a Journey] | 42 |
| IV.[ A Traitor and a Villain] | 60 |
| V.[ Escape from the Schooner] | 78 |
| VI.[ Courage Wins the Day] | 100 |
| VII.[ Flight across the Land] | 116 |
| VIII.[ Meeting the Dyaks] | 140 |
| IX.[ On Foot through the Jungle] | 164 |
| X. [The Pirate Stronghold] | 184 |
| XI.[ A Midnight Encounter] | 204 |
| XII.[ Captain of a Fleet] | 224 |
| XIII. [The Rajah of Sarawak] | 244 |
| XIV. [A Dangerous Enterprise] | 266 |
| XV.[ Off to the River Sabebus] | 284 |
| XVI.[ Hemmed in] | 304 |
| XVII.[ Danger and Difficulty] | 326 |
| XVIII.[ A Narrow Escape] | 346 |
| XIX.[ An Attack upon the Stockades] | 366 |
| XX.[ The End of the Chase] | 385 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| Page | |
| [The Pirates' Stronghold] Frontispiece | 185 |
| [The Fight at the Stern] | 81 |
| [He sprang at Tyler] | 143 |
| [The Conference with the Tribesmen] | 157 |
| [Eluding the Pirates] | 247 |
| [He launched the missile at them] | 307 |
CHAPTER I
Tyler Richardson
It was a balmy autumn day four years after Queen Victoria ascended the throne, and the neighbourhood of Southampton Water was looking perhaps more brilliant and more beautiful than it had during the long summer which had just passed. Already the leaves were covering the ground, and away across the water pine-trees stood up like sentinels amidst others which had already lost their covering. A dim blue haze in the distance denoted the presence of Southampton, then as now a thriving seaport town.
Situated on a low eminence within some hundred yards of the sea, and commanding an extended view to either side and in front, was a tiny creeper-clad cottage with gabled roof and twisted chimneys. Behind the little residence there was a square patch of kitchen-garden, in which a grizzled, weather-beaten individual was toiling, whilst in front a long strip of turf, in which were many rose beds, extended as far as the wicket-gate which gave access to the main Portsmouth road.
Seated in the picturesque porch of the cottage, with a long clay pipe between his lips, and a telescope of large dimensions beside him, was a gray-headed gentleman whose dress at once betokened that in his earlier days he had followed the sea as a calling. In spite of his sunken cheeks, and general air of ill-health, no one could have mistaken him for other than a sailor; and if there had been any doubt the clothes he wore would have at once settled the question. But Captain John Richardson, to give him his full title, was proud of the fact that he had at one time belonged to the royal navy, and took particular pains to demonstrate it to all with whom he came in contact. It was a little vanity for which he might well be excused, and, besides, he was such a genial good-natured man that no one would have thought of blaming him.
On this particular day some question of unusual importance seemed to be absorbing the captain's whole attention. His eyes had a far-away expression, his usually wrinkled brow was puckered in an alarming manner, and the lips, between which rested the stem of his clay pipe, were pursed up in the most thoughtful position. Indeed, so much was he occupied that he forgot even to pull at his smoke, and in consequence the tobacco had grown cold.