I took it, and showing him mine, endeavoured to make him understand that it also belonged to me.

He thought I wished to exchange, and readily offered to return it, and take mine.

This would not have suited me; Fritz's gun was discharged, and I could not let them have mine loaded.

To prevent accident, surrounded as I was, I decided to give them a fright, and seeing a bird flying above us, I took aim so correctly, that my shot brought down the bird, a blue pigeon.

They were for a moment stupified with terror; then immediately all left the pinnace, except Parabery; he seemed to be pleased with me, often pointing to the sky, saying _mete_, which means _good_, I believe.