Well laden, all five hastened to the creek, and Hozier, Iris, and San Benavides, boarded the larger of the two catamarans.

The strong wind had partly dissipated the noisome odor, but it was still perceptible.

Iris was sure she would never like mangroves.
Having a degree of confidence in the queer craft that was lacking during their earlier voyage, they did not hesitate to stack jars and baskets against the curved prow in such a manner that the eatables would not become soaked with salt water.

Then, after a hasty farewell, during which Iris showed her gratitude to those kindly peasants by a hug and a kiss, Hozier pushed off and tried to guide the catamaran as Marcel had done.
Oddly enough, he and Iris now saw the majestic outlines of the Grand-pere for the first time.

The great rock rose above the water like some immense Gothic cathedral.