known ze set of ze tides about here as well as any native."

Owen quickly finished his repast, of which he stood greatly in need.

"My captain and the men with him have no provisions, and I should be
thankful to take a supply if you will enable me to procure them," said
Owen.

"Of course we will carry food and water and scheidam for ze poor
fellows," said the Dutchman.

Owen accompanied Mynheer Van Wijk down to the harbour, where they found
two boats, each manned by eight powerful-looking natives. Jacob
Leefkens was evidently a seafaring man by the way in which he received
Mynheer Van Wijk's directions. Owen was thankful when he found himself
thus far successful in commencing the search for his shipmates. He had
described as minutely as he could the position of the boat when she was
upset, and the two Dutchmen arranged their courses accordingly. The
boats pulled on and on. Owen thought that they ought to have got up to
the spot where he had left his shipmates. He shouted several times as
loudly as he could, aided by Mynheer Van Wijk. The wind had risen
considerably, and the further they pulled out the higher the sea was
running. Owen began to fear that the people might have been washed off
the boat, or that perhaps righting, she had filled and gone down. He
thought, too, of Langton, and the dangers he might have to encounter.
On speaking on the subject to Mynheer Van Wijk the reply was--

"They are not good people down there; they are too fond of cutting off
heads, and a white man himself would be looked upon as a prize."

"I trust such has not been the fate of my friend," said Owen.

"The natives have probably gone to their huts, and his safety will
depend on his not falling in with them," observed Mynheer Van Wijk.

From time to time Owen continued to shout, so that they should not pass
the boat without being discovered. Jacob Leefkens at last rejoined
them.

"I am afraid she's gone to the bottom," he observed.

"Do not say that, Jacob," answered Mynheer Van Wijk. "We will search
for them until to-morrow night, if we do not find them before."

This last remark was consolatory to Owen, and thankful he was that he
had fallen in with the honest Dutchman. Now the boats rowed further off
shore, now pulled along parallel with it. Owen saw that it would have
been impossible for Langton to have found the boat, and, having righted
her, to have towed her back to the ship.

Again Jacob, shouting from hi