Night had settled down.  The Chinamen lay under their tents and listened to what Lihoa spoke:  “So far we have avoided discord; from the sea we have been saved, and now surely the God of the Golden Fish will not let us perish from thirst.  Within a few days it must rain; drinking-water will come to us from the heavens.  Tonight, I understand, that the helmsman is to set sail for Australia in a small boat, and take the boy with him.  That will never do.  As you know the Captain and Redbeard are the helmsman’s enemies and have conspired against his life.  He will not come back to save them—­he would be a fool if he did—­but he loves the boy.  Our only salvation lies in keeping the boy here with us; in holding him as a whiplash over the helmsman.  Otherwise we are lost.”

All nodded assent to Lihoa’s words, but as they had no way of telling the Captain what they wanted, they decided that when the time came for the boat to sail they would forcibly detain Willy.  Just here little Peppo, whom they thought dead, appeared in their midst.  He and one sailor had escaped and swum across the little inlet.  The cannibals had not killed them when they did their companions for some reason or other but had bound them with cords and left them on the shore.  These cords they had managed to unfasten, and, protected by the darkness, had got away.  While the sailor was telling his companions of his awful experience Lihoa told Peppo what to say to the Captain, and to add force to the words, the Chinamen in a body attended the small interpreter on his mission.  Great was the noise and excitement following his announcement, but how could a handful of men oppose three hundred Chinaman?  Willy was ready to stay behind.

“Tommy,” he said to the helmsman, “leave me here with Peppo and my uncle.  In the boat I’d only be in the way.  I’ll pray that you may return soon.  Good luck to you.  Be brave of heart, Tommy, and may your holy guardian angel watch over you.”

Those embarking promised faithfully to come back or to send help as soon as possible, and parted with tears in their eyes.  Tommy kissed Willy and said:  “God knows that if I do not put my faith in your guardian angel there is little hope of ever seeing you again on this earth.  Once more good-bye until we meet again.  Pray for us all, little one.”

Thereupon he sprang into the boat, and they were off.  The moon was full and in its light they could be seen as they passed through the opening in the reef.  Again they called farewell and waved their handkerchiefs.  The crew raised the sail and in a few moments the stiff breeze had carried the little boat beyond the tongue of land and out of sight.  With hearts too full for utterance the men sat and wondered what the future would bring.  If by chance the boat fell in with a merchant vessel—­not a likely thing, as few vessels frequented this route—­help might come soon, otherwise under the most favorable of circumstances they must wait for months for Green to go to Australia and come back.