For there upon shore, with her anchor fixed in the sands, lay our boat apparently quite uninjured.
As Ebo danced about and patted the boat and then himself, it was plain enough to read the cause of his disappearance. He had gone off along the shore following the savages to their village, and then watched his opportunity to sail off. And this he had of course done, placing the boat safely in its old moorings.
He made signs for something to eat, and then I noticed that he looked very thin; and it was evident that the poor fellow had suffered terrible privations in getting back our treasure, and proving himself so good a friend.
Chapter Forty Three.
Farewell to a Friend.
“Don’t you feel disappointed, Nat?” said my uncle smiling. “We shall not be able to finish our boat.”
“I shall get over it, uncle,” I said. “Hallo! what’s the matter with Ebo?”