lor boys simultaneously ascending some hundreds of
uniform sections of a ship's rigging. Glancing at them a moment, by a
significant sign, he gave me to know, that long previous he himself
had ascended the shrouds of a ship. Making this allusion, his
countenance was overcast with a ferocious expression, as if something
terrific was connected with the reminiscence. But it soon passed
away, and somewhat abruptly he assumed an air of much merriment.
While we were thus sitting together, and my whole soul full of the
thoughts of the captive, and how best to accomplish my purpose, and
often gazing toward the tent; I all at once noticed a movement among
the strangers. Almost in the same instant, Samoa, right across the
face of Aleema, and in his ordinary tones, bade me take heed to
myself, for mischief was brewing. Hardly was this warning uttered,
when, with carved clubs in their hands, the Islanders completely
surrounded us. Then up rose the old priest, and gave us to know, that
we were wholly in his power, and if we did not swear to depart
in our boat forthwith, and molest him no more, the peril be ours.
"Depart and you live; stay and you die."
Fifteen to three. Madness to gainsay his mandate. Yet a beautiful
maiden was at stake.
The knife before dangling in Samoa's ear was now in his hand. Jarl
cried out for us to regain the boat, several of the Islanders making
a rush for it. No time to think. All passed quicker than it can be
said. They closed in upon us, to push us from the canoe: Rudely the
old priest flung me from his side, menacing me with his dagger, the
sharp spine of a fish. A thrust and a threat! Ere I knew it, my
cutlass made a quick lunge. A curse from the priest's mouth; red
blood from his side; he tottered, stared about him, and fell over
like a brown hemlock into the sea. A yell of maledictions rose on the
air. A wild cry was heard from the tent. Making a dead breach among
the crowd, we now dashed side by side for the boat. Springing into
it, we found Jarl battling with two Islanders; while the rest were
still howling upon the dais. Rage and grief had almost disabled them.
With one stroke of my cutlass, I now parted the line that held us to
the canoe, and with Samoa falling upon the two Islanders, by Jarl's
help, we quickly mastered them; forcing them down into the bottom of
the boat.
The Skyeman and Samoa holding passive the captives, I quickly set our
sail, and snatching the sheet at the cavil,
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