Our boat was of the former kind, forty feet long, six feet in width, and worked by several paddles.
We called our little craft the _Paracura_, after a fish which abounds in these waters.

A rough image of that denizen of the southern deep was cut upon the gunwale.
Needless to say that the greater part of the cargo of the _Halbrane_ was left in our cavern, fully protected from the weather, at the disposal of any shipwrecked people who might chance to be thrown on the coast of Halbrane Land.

The boatswain had planted a spar on the top of this slope to attract attention.

But, our two schooners notwithstanding, what vessel would ever venture into such latitudes?
_Nota Bene_ .-- We were just thirteen--the fatal number.

Perfectly good relations subsisted among us.