Then he became conscious that he was lying upon his back and that he was moving.

Trees on his right and trees on his left, some distance away, were filing past.

Two men on each side were pulling hard on oars, and then it slowly entered his mind that he was in a boat.
He made another and stronger effort to gather up his wandering faculties and then he realized with a jerk that the face looking into his was that of the slaver.

Making a supreme effort he sat up.

The slaver laughed.
"So, Peter Smith," he said, "you've decided to come back a second time.
I knew that you couldn't stay away always from such a good, kind captain as I am.