We fell in with the chief plotters on the islet the other night; the band here is in connection with them and awaits their arrival before carrying out their dark designs.

There is nothing very mysterious about it.

One tribe plotting to attack another--that is all; but as a friend of mine dwells just now with the tribe to be secretly attacked, it behoves me to do what I can to save him.

I am perplexed, however.

It would seem sometimes as if we were left in perplexity for wise purposes which are beyond our knowledge." "Perhaps to test our willingness to _do right_," suggested Nigel.
"I know not," returned the hermit, as if musing, but never raising his voice above the softest whisper.