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After
some
further
consultation
the
teacher
suggested
that
it
was
time
to
return
,
so
we
bade
Avatea
good-night
;
and
having
appointed
to
meet
at
the
cliff
where
the
canoe
lay
on
the
following
night
,
just
after
dark
,
we
hastened
away
--
we
to
row
back
to
the
schooner
with
muffled
oars
,
Avatea
to
glide
back
to
her
prison-hut
among
the
Mango
savages
.
As
the
time
for
our
meditated
flight
drew
near
,
we
became
naturally
very
fearful
lest
our
purpose
should
be
discovered
,
and
we
spent
the
whole
of
the
following
day
in
a
state
of
nervous
anxiety
.
We
resolved
to
go
ashore
and
ramble
about
the
village
,
as
if
to
observe
the
habits
and
dwellings
of
the
people
,
as
we
thought
that
an
air
of
affected
indifference
to
the
events
of
the
previous
day
would
be
more
likely
than
any
other
course
of
conduct
to
avert
suspicion
as
to
our
intentions
.
While
we
were
thus
occupied
,
the
teacher
remained
on
board
with
the
Christian
natives
,
whose
powerful
voices
reached
us
ever
and
anon
as
they
engaged
in
singing
hymns
or
in
prayer
.
At
last
the
long
and
tedious
day
came
to
a
close
,
the
sun
sank
into
the
sea
,
and
the
short-lived
twilight
of
those
regions
,
to
which
I
have
already
referred
,
ended
abruptly
in
a
dark
night
.
Hastily
throwing
a
few
blankets
into
our
little
boat
,
we
stepped
into
it
,
and
whispering
farewell
to
the
natives
in
the
schooner
,
rowed
gently
over
the
lagoon
,
taking
care
to
keep
as
near
to
the
beach
as
possible
.
We
rowed
in
the
utmost
silence
and
with
muffled
oars
,
so
that
had
any
one
observed
us
at
the
distance
of
a
few
yards
,
he
might
have
almost
taken
us
for
a
phantom
boat
or
a
shadow
on
the
dark
water
.
Not
a
breath
of
air
was
stirring
;
but
fortunately
the
gentle
ripple
of
the
sea
upon
the
shore
,
mingled
with
the
soft
roar
of
the
breaker
on
the
distant
reef
,
effectually
drowned
the
slight
plash
that
we
unavoidably
made
in
the
water
by
the
dipping
of
our
oars
.
A
quarter
of
an
hour
sufficed
to
bring
us
to
the
overhanging
cliff
under
whose
black
shadow
our
little
canoe
lay
,
with
her
bow
in
the
water
,
ready
to
be
launched
,
and
most
of
her
cargo
already
stowed
away
.
As
the
keel
of
our
little
boat
grated
on
the
sand
,
a
hand
was
laid
upon
the
bow
,
and
a
dim
form
was
seen
.
"
Ha
!
"
said
Peterkin
in
a
whisper
as
he
stepped
upon
the
beach
;
"
is
that
you
,
Avatea
?
"
"
Yis
,
it
am
me
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
All
right
--
Now
,
then
,
gently
--
Help
me
to
shove
off
the
canoe
,
"
whispered
Jack
to
the
teacher
.
--
"
And
,
Peterkin
,
do
you
shove
these
blankets
aboard
;
we
may
want
them
before
long
.
--
Avatea
,
step
into
the
middle
:
that
's
right
.
"
"
Is
all
ready
?
"
whispered
the
teacher
.
"
Not
quite
,
"
replied
Peterkin
.
--
"
Here
,
Ralph
,
lay
hold
o
'
this
pair
of
oars
,
and
stow
them
away
if
you
can
.
I
do
n't
like
paddles
.
After
we
're
safe
away
,
I
'll
try
to
rig
up
rowlocks
for
them
.
"
"
Now
,
then
,
in
with
you
and
shove
off
!
"
