My friend Marcel, a fisherman, discovered by accident the only safe means of reaching the path which winds round the island.

Happily, the wretch who betrayed the mission of the _Andros-y-Mela_ did not know the secret of my refuge.

And I see now that the Governor must be convinced that I am still hiding among the cliffs, or your vessel would not have appeared off South Point this morning.

No, there must be no smoking as yet.

In this clear air the slightest cloud might be seen rising above the rocks from without." Marcel reappeared at the entrance.