Long before they had an opportunity of removing the goods thus acquired, the career of the Avenger had terminated.

But we must not anticipate our story.
On a green knoll near the margin of this bay, and in full view of the wreck, a rude tent or hut was constructed by the pirates out of part of an old sail which had been washed ashore from the wreck, and some broken spars.

A small cask of biscuit and two or three blankets were placed in it, and here the captives were left to do as they pleased until such time as Manton chose to send for them.

The only piece of advice that was given to them by their surly jailer was that they should not on any pretense whatsoever cross the island to the bay in which the schooner lay at anchor.
"If ye do," said the man who was the last of the party to quit them, "ye'll wish ye hadn't--that's all.

Take my advice, and keep yer kooriosity in yer breeches pockets." With this caution they were left to their own devices and meditations.
It was a lovely, calm evening, at sunset, when our four unfortunate friends were thus left alone in these strange circumstances.