Lie hidden there till he comes if you value your lives." So in we got, and while that good Samaritan went back to her house we cautiously paddled through a deserted backwater to where it presently turned through low sandbanks to the gulf.

There were the boats, and we hid the canoe and lay down amongst them till, soon after, a man, easily recognised as the husband of our friend, came sauntering down from the village.
At first he was sullen, not unreasonably alarmed at the danger into which his good woman was running him.

But when he set eyes on Heru he softened immediately.

Probably that thick-bodied fellow had never seen so much female loveliness in so small a bulk in all his life, and, being a man, he surrendered at discretion.
"In with you, then," he growled, "since I must needs risk my neck for a pair of runaways who better deserve to be hung than I do.

In with you both into this fishing-cobble of mine, and I will cover you with nets while I go for a mast and sail, and mind you lie as still as logs.