For eight days it raged, lulling at times to short durations of calm, then shifting a point or two and raging with renewed violence.

Sheldon kept a precautionary eye on the buildings, while the Balesuna, in flood, so savagely attacked the high bank Joan had warned him about, that he told off all the gangs to battle with the river.
It was in the good weather that followed, that he left the blacks at work, one morning, and with a shot-gun across his pommel rode off after pigeons.

Two hours later, one of the house-boys, breathless and scratched ran him down with the news that the _Martha_, the _Flibberty- Gibbet_, and the _Emily_ were heading in for the anchorage.
Coming into the compound from the rear, Sheldon could see nothing until he rode around the corner of the bungalow.

Then he saw everything at once--first, a glimpse at the sea, where the _Martha_ floated huge alongside the cutter and the ketch which had rescued her; and, next, the ground in front of the veranda steps, where a great crowd of fresh-caught cannibals stood at attention.

From the fact that each was attired in a new, snow-white lava-lava, Sheldon knew that they were recruits.