But the sailor had many reasons, all of which were so mixed up with the mysterious customs of the islanders, that he was none the wiser.

Indeed, their conduct, especially in preventing him from returning into the valley, was absolutely unaccountable to him; and added to everything else, was the bitter reflection, that the old sailor, after all, might possibly be deceiving him.

And then again he had to think of me, left alone with the natives, and by no means well.

If he went with Jimmy, he might at least hope to procure some relief for me.

But might not the savages who had acted so strangely, hurry me off somewhere before his return?
Then, even if he remained, perhaps they would not let him go back into the valley where I was.
Thus perplexed was my poor comrade; he knew not what to do, and his courageous spirit was of no use to him now.