Good-bye, Nigel.

Take care of him, Moses, and keep him out o' mischief if ye can--which is more than ever I could.

Good-bye, my boy." "Good-bye, father." They shook hands vigorously.

In another minute the old seaman was sailing down the cinder-cone at the rate of fourteen knots an hour, while his son, setting off under the guidance of Moses towards a different point of the compass, was soon pushing his way through the tangled forest in the direction of the hermit's cave..