At the moment that the sequoia fell, Godfrey and his companions believed themselves lost! "Nineteenth of January!" exclaimed a voice, which Godfrey, in spite of his astonishment, immediately recognized. It was Carefinotu! Yes, Carefinotu had just pronounced these words, and in that English language which up to then he had seemed unable to speak or to understand! "What did you say?" asked Godfrey, as he followed him along the branches. "I said, Mr. Morgan," answered Carefinotu, "that to-day your Uncle Will ought to reach us, and that if he doesn't turn up we are done for!" CHAPTER XXII. WHICH CONCLUDES BY EXPLAINING WHAT UP TO NOW HAD APPEARED INEXPLICABLE. At that instant, and before Godfrey could reply, the report of fire-arms was heard not far from Will Tree. At the same time one of those rain storms, regular cataracts in their fury, fell in a torrential shower just as the flames devouring the lower branches were threatening to seize upon the trees against which Will Tree was resting. What was Godfrey to think after this series of inexplicable events? Carefinotu speaking English like a cockney, calling him by his name, announcing the early arrival of Uncle Will, and then the sudden report of the fire-arms? He asked himself if he had gone mad; but he had no time for insoluble questions, for below him--hardly five minutes after the first sound of the guns--a body of sailors appeared hurrying through the trees. Godfrey and Carefinotu slipped down along the stem, the interior of which was still burning. But the moment that Godfrey touched the ground, he heard himself spoken to, and by two voices which even in his trouble it was impossible for him not to recognize. "Nephew Godfrey, I have the honour to salute you!" "Godfrey! Dear Godfrey!" "Uncle Will! Phina! You!" exclaimed Godfrey, astounded. Three seconds afterwards he was in somebody's arms, and was clasping that somebody in his own. At the same time two sailors, at the order of Captain Turcott who was in command, climbed up along the sequoia to set Tartlet free, and, with all due respect, pluck him from the branch as if he were a fruit. And then the questions, the answers, the explanations which passed! "Uncle Will! You?" "Yes! me!" "And how did you discover Phina Island?" "Phina Island!" answered William W. Kolderup. "You should say Spencer Island! Well, it wasn't very difficult. I bought it six months ago!" "Spencer Island!" "And you gave my name to it, you dear Godfrey!" said the young lady. "The new name is a good one, and we will keep to it," answered the uncle; "but for geographers this is Spencer Island, only three days' journey from San Francisco, on which I thought it would be a good plan for you to serve your apprenticeship to the Crusoe business!" "Oh! Uncle! Uncle Will! What is it you say?" exclaimed Godfrey. "Well, if you are in earnest, I can only answer that I deserved it! But then, Uncle Will, the wreck of the _Dream_?"