cale motioned for his two sailors to release us from the stakes on the ground and to untie our feet that we might walk. Dan was left lying on the floor, muttering to himself, as much out of his head as ever.
I wondered where Oliver and I were to be taken, knowing full well that we would not have been gagged had not a journey of some sort been contemplated. I was not kept in doubt long. I was ordered by Captain Marcale to follow him, one of the sailors in the meantime retaining hold of my arm. Oliver and the other tar followed close after us.
The course of the whole party, including Ramon Delverez, was toward the Wailuku River. This gained, I discovered a large jolly-boat, such as are generally carried by sailing ships that cross the ocean. We were shoved aboard this craft and made to sit down facing Captain Marcale and Ramon Delverez. The two sailors then took the oars, and soon we were gliding through the darkness in the direction of Hilo Bay.
The journey was a slow and cautious one, for the river was running swiftly on account of the heavy rains, and in the darkness we were in danger of striking on the rocks. But, toward morning the bay was reached, and then the jolly-boat made straight for a big sailing ship riding in the offing. As we came close up to the ship's
