Each night they stole out and picked maize, pineapple, and melons in the plantations for their subsistence; and as morning returned, went back to their hiding place.

Close to it a road ran along to a noble house, which stood in some grounds at about a quarter of a mile from their grove.
Every morning they saw the owner of this house, apparently a man of distinction, riding towards the town; and they concluded that he was one of the great merchants of the place.
One day he came accompanied by a young lady, carried in a litter by four slaves.

The boys, who were weary of their solitude, pressed to the edge of the thicket to obtain a clear view of this little procession, which broke the monotony of their day.
"Gerald," Ned exclaimed, grasping him by the arm, "do you know, I believe that the lady is the girl I picked out of the water, the day we took that ship three months ago." "Do you think so ?" Gerald said.

"It is too far, surely, to see." "I do not know for certain," Ned answered, "but methinks that I cannot be mistaken." "Perhaps she would help us, or intercede for us," Gerald suggested.
"Perhaps so," Ned said.

"At any rate, we will try.