But the morrow came and went, and my companion did not appear.

Ah! thought I, he reckons three days from the morning of his departure,--tomorrow he will arrive.

But that weary day also closed upon me, without his return.

Even yet I would not despair; I thought that something detained him--that he was waiting for the sailing of a boat, at Nukuheva, and that in a day or two at farthest I should see him again.

But day after day of renewed disappointment passed by; at last hope deserted me, and I fell a victim to despair.
Yes; thought I, gloomily, he has secured his own escape, and cares not what calamity may befall his unfortunate comrade.