I carried all my guns along with me, in case it should be necessary to fight my way back.

In the chief mate of the _Colombia,_ Mr.Hannibal, I found an old friend, and he referred affectionately to days in Manila when we were there together, he in the _Southern Cross_ and I in the _Northern Light,_ both ships as beautiful as their names.
The _Colombia_ had an abundance of fresh stores on board.

The captain gave his steward some order, and I remember that the guileless young man asked me if I could manage, besides other things, a few cans of milk and a cheese.

When I offered my Montevideo gold for the supplies, the captain roared like a lion and told me to put my money up.

It was a glorious outfit of provisions of all kinds that I got.
[Illustration: A contrast in lighting--the electric lights of the _Colombia_ and the canoe fires of the Fortescue Indians.] Returning to the _Spray_, where I found all secure, I prepared for an early start in the morning.