For the part he had been acting, we learned that the consul was the laughing-stock of all the foreigners ashore, who frequently twitted him upon his hopeful proteges of the Calabooza Beretanee.
As we were wholly without resources, so long as we remained on the island no better place than Captain Bob's could be selected for an abiding-place.

Beside, we heartily loved the old gentleman, and could not think of leaving him; so, telling him to give no thought as to wherewithal we should be clothed and fed, we resolved, by extending and systematizing our foraging operations, to provide for ourselves.
We were greatly assisted by a parting legacy of Jermin's.

To him we were indebted for having all our chests sent ashore, and everything left therein.

They were placed in the custody of a petty chief living near by, who was instructed by the consul not to allow them to be taken away; but we might call and make our toilets whenever we pleased.
We went to see Mahinee, the old chief; Captain Bob going along, and stoutly insisting upon having the chattels delivered up.

At last this was done; and in solemn procession the chests were borne by the natives to the Calabooza.