Jimmy seemed to know them all very well, and stopped for a while, and had a talk about the 'Wee-Wees', as the people of Nukuheva call the Monsieurs.
The party with the poles were King Mowanna's men, and by his orders they had been gathering them in the ravines for his allies the French.
Leaving these fellows to trudge on with their loads, Toby and his companions now pushed forward again, as the sun was already low in the west.

They came upon the valleys of Nukuheva on one side of the bay, where the highlands slope off into the sea.

The men-of-war were still lying in the harbour, and as Toby looked down upon them, the strange events which had happened so recently, seemed all a dream.
They soon descended towards the beach, and found themselves in Jimmy's house before it was well dark.

Here he received another welcome from his Nukuheva wives, and after some refreshments in the shape of cocoanut milk and poee-poee, they entered a canoe (the Typee of course going along) and paddled off to a whaleship which was anchored near the shore.
This was the vessel in want of men.

Our own had sailed some time before.
The captain professed great pleasure at seeing Toby, but thought from his exhausted appearance that he must be unfit for duty.