And now we were outside.

The roar of the surf, the tumble of the sea, the rush of the trade-wind, told us that at once.

Out in the great sea, with Grenada, and kind friends in it, ahead; not to be seen or reached till morning light.

But we looked astern and not ahead.

We could see into and through the gap in Huevos, through which we had tried to reach the Guacharo cave.