About eleven o'clock a canoe came from the main island laden with provisions and paddled by Marama and two of his people.

We seized our weapons, remembering our experiences of the night, but Marama waved a bough in token of peace.

So, carrying our revolvers, we went to the rock edge to meet him.

He crept ashore and, chief though he was, prostrated himself upon his face before us, which told me that he had heard of the fate of the sorcerers.

His apologies were abject.