Hardly was this warning uttered, when, with carved clubs in their hands, the Islanders completely surrounded us.

Then up rose the old priest, and gave us to know, that we were wholly in his power, and if we did not swear to depart in our boat forthwith, and molest him no more, the peril be ours.
"Depart and you live; stay and you die." Fifteen to three.

Madness to gainsay his mandate.

Yet a beautiful maiden was at stake.
The knife before dangling in Samoa's ear was now in his hand.

Jarl cried out for us to regain the boat, several of the Islanders making a rush for it.