We reached Corinto in about twenty four hours and I was never so glad to get any place before.

The town turned out to greet us and some Englishmen ran to ask from what boat we had been ship wrecked.

They would not believe we had taken the trip for any other reason.

They helped us very kindly and would not let us drink all the iced water we wanted and sent us in to bathe in a place surrounded by piles to keep out the sharks and by a roof to shelter one from the sun.

Corinto proved to be all that Amapala was not; clean, cool with very excellent food and broad beds of matting.