Miss Leona had received strict injunction to remain below with Teenie.
And now Antonio quietly walked up to the bridge, and with his field-glasses quizzed the advancing boats.
To his great joy and relief, one of the very first boats, a larger and more pretentious one than any of the others, contained an old friend.
“Lolo! Lolo! don’t you know me?” shouted the captain from the bridge.
Lolo was a great chief, the king’s prime-minister in a way of speaking, and he had visited and dwelt in Valparaiso, so could talk fairly good English.
“Ha!” he cried, “me is delightee so vely much, me could weep the tears of joy. We come to takee yer ship; now we not shall do. We not eatee nobody now. Ha, ha!”
Down Lolo threw his long strong shield, his spear and awful club.
Then he stood up, and gathered the other canoes around him.
He spoke in a strange and musical language to the savages.
And every head was bowed.