Better have gone down to bay, steal his boat and leave him behind, because Asika no want _him_." Alan made no answer.

He was too tired, and although he trusted Fahni, it seemed likely enough that Jeekie was right, or perhaps the cannibals had not been able to get the boat.

Well, he had done his best, and if Fate overtook them it was no fault of his.

He began to doze, for even their imminent peril could not keep his eyes open, then presently awoke with a start, for in his sleep he thought he heard the sounds of paddles beating the quiet water.

Yes, there dimly seen through the mist, was a canoe, and seated in the stern of it Fahni.