“Arendsoon would have killed them all, but I would not have it. I saw too much of that when the Batavia was wrecked. When we were ready to sail we sent them ashore.”
“Did Arendsoon release you?”
“Yes, when Zolca had been decoyed on board, he came ashore with some men and made the natives understand that Zolca had sent him to take me on board.”
“Yesterday morning.”
“In the face of that storm brewing?” asked the captain.
“Azolta was alarmed at her brother’s absence. Had we not gone we should have been attacked, for she was gathering the people together under Namoa.”
Brave Azolta!
“We had got well out to sea,” went on Paul, “when the storm burst. We rode it out for some time, but at last determined to run back to the bay for shelter.”
“And mistook this place for it?”