We stopped about fifty fathoms off, and watched the other boat go in.

It was so dark under the mangroves we couldn't see a thing of it.

D'ye know that little, monkey- looking nigger, Sheldon, on the _Flibberty_--the cook, I mean?
Well, he was cabin-boy twenty years ago on the _Scottish Chiefs_, and after she was cut off he was a slave there at Poonga-Poonga.

And Miss Lackland had discovered the fact.

So he was the guide.