A yell of maledictions rose on the air.

A wild cry was heard from the tent.

Making a dead breach among the crowd, we now dashed side by side for the boat.

Springing into it, we found Jarl battling with two Islanders; while the rest were still howling upon the dais.

Rage and grief had almost disabled them.
With one stroke of my cutlass, I now parted the line that held us to the canoe, and with Samoa falling upon the two Islanders, by Jarl's help, we quickly mastered them; forcing them down into the bottom of the boat.
The Skyeman and Samoa holding passive the captives, I quickly set our sail, and snatching the sheet at the cavil, we rapidly shot from the canoe.