He yelled in impotent rage, and kicked frantically into the mud with his other foot, but his struggles only bored his wooden pin the deeper into the sticky bank.

When we brought our launch alongside he was so firmly anchored that it was only by throwing the end of a rope over his shoulders that we were able to haul him out, and to drag him, like some evil fish, over our side.

The two Smiths, father and son, sat sullenly in their launch, but came aboard meekly enough when commanded.

The Aurora herself we hauled off and made fast to our stern.

A solid iron chest of Indian workmanship stood upon the deck.