Within half an hour every one of our packages was off that ship, for Stephen Somers kept a count of them.

Our personal baggage went into the _Maria's_ boat, and the goods together with the four donkeys which were lowered on to the top of them, were rumbled pell-mell into the barge-like punt belonging to Hassan.

Here also I was accommodated, with about half of our people, the rest taking their seats in the smaller boat under the charge of Stephen.
At length all was ready and we cast off.
"Farewell, Captain," I cried to Delgado.

"If you should sight the _Crocodile_----" At this point Delgado broke into such a torrent of bad language in Portuguese, Arabic and English that I fear the rest of my remarks never reached him.
As we rowed shorewards I observed that Hans, who was seated near to me under the stomach of a jackass, was engaged in sniffing at the sides and bottom of the barge, as a dog might do, and asked him what he was about.
"Very odd smell in this boat," he whispered back in Dutch.

"It stinks of Kaffir man, just like the hold of the _Maria_.