It was a beautiful verdure-clad range of hills that they had first perceived from the distance, which were half a mile or more inland.
So that they found themselves presently much nearer land than they had supposed.
It was covered with wild luxuriant vegetation, but it was altogether uncultivated.
"Harkaway," said Jefferson, as they stood together contemplating the scene, "this is where Hunston must be dropped ashore."
Harkaway thought it over for a few moments.
"Yes, Jefferson," he said, presently, "I think you are right, this will do. He can't well starve here, and it will be better than dropping him amongst the civilised people."
A boat was manned, and provisioned, and lowered.
Then Hunston was brought up from below.
His face had never changed since the first moment that he had recovered from the great shock of the flogging he had received.
Apparently there was some fixed purpose in his mind now that it would take much to uproot.