Feliciana was taken to her fallucha, which immediately changed her course, and returned to Trinidad.
Lorenzo built a camp on the shore for the protection of his men, until he should be able to send a vessel to their rescue, and then began to traverse the island under the guidance of Jack Jimmy, whose excitability had now yielded to a melancholy and dull sombreness.
One evening the sun had set, the twilight was passing away, and gloom was settling over the forests, when Lorenzo, exhausted and fatigued, thought of going to ask shelter on a plantation, which he knew to be near at hand, by the repeated crowings of cocks, that noisely vented their loud farewell-clarions to the departing day.
“Jack Jimmy, do you know who is the proprietor of the estate which I think we are approaching?”
“No, massa,” answered Jack Jimmy.
“Do you think they would give us shelter for to-night?” inquired Lorenzo.
“Yes, massa,” answered Jack Jimmy.
“Then will you endeavour to find your way to it?”
“Yes, massa.”
In about half an hour, Lorenzo and Jack Jimmy came out amidst a number of flourishing gardens, that lay smiling at the back of a village of labourer’s houses.