Was it possible, that one about to be immolated could proceed thus tranquilly to her fate?
But desperately as I resolved to accomplish the deliverance of the maiden, it was best to set heedfully about it.

I desired no shedding of blood; though the odds were against us.
The old priest seemed determined to prevent us from boarding his craft.

But being equally determined the other way, I cautiously laid the bow of the Chamois against the canoe's quarter, so as to present the smallest possible chance for a hostile entrance into our boat.

Then, Samoa, knife in ear, and myself with a cutlass, stepped upon the dais, leaving Jarl in the boat's head, equipped with his harpoon; three loaded muskets lying by his side.

He was strictly enjoined to resist the slightest demonstration toward our craft.
As we boarded the canoe, the Islanders slowly retreated; meantime earnestly conferring in whispers; all but the old priest, who, still seated, presented an undaunted though troubled front.