Having eaten and drank he closed his eyes and lay back, and the natives, who had before been all noisily chattering together, now became suddenly silent, and stealing away left the strange white visitor to sleep.
When Frank woke he could see by the light that it was early morning.

A woman with a child in her lap, whom Frank recognized as the negress who had picked up the baby, was sitting on a low stool by his side.

On seeing him open his eyes she came to the bed, took his hand and put it to her lips, and then raised the baby triumphantly and turned it round and round to show that it had escaped without damage.

Then when Frank pointed again to his lips she brought him a pineapple, roughly cut off the skin, and sliced it.

Frank ate the juicy fruit, and felt immensely refreshed, for the West Coast pineapple is even more delicious than that found in the West Indies.