The padre had, of course, left the oars, sail, and blankets.
My skiff was rigged in a moment; and out of the blankets, those in the long-boat managed to make a sail, an oar and a long pole tied together answering for a mast.

In doubling the northern point of the bay, I perceived the Mexican schooner and many boats, pretty far at sea.

No doubt they were searching for me.
At six o'clock in the evening we landed at Monterey, amidst the acclamations of a wondering crowd.
I was a general favourite, and my loss had occasioned much alarm; so that when I landed I was assailed with questions from every quarter.

The women petted me, some kissed me (by-the-bye, those were d'un certain age), and all agreed that I should burn half a dozen of candles on the altar of the Virgin Mary.

There was one, however, who had wept for me; it was Isabella, a lovely girl of fifteen, and daughter to the old Governor.