"There is but one hope," said he, turning with a sad expression of countenance to Peterkin; "perhaps, after all, we may not have to resort to it.

If these villains are anxious to take us, they will soon overrun the whole island.

But come, follow me." Stopping abruptly in his speech, Jack bounded into the woods, and led us by a circuitous route to Spouting Cliff.

Here he halted, and, advancing cautiously to the rocks, glanced over their edge.

We were soon by his side, and saw the boat, which was crowded with armed men, just touching the shore.