When a hundred and sixteen had been brought aboard, Foster went up into the rigging with his glasses to look about the harbor. He saw that all of Dahomey’s vessels were flying black flags. He hurried down and gave orders to leave all slaves who were not yet aboard; to weigh anchor and to get immediately under way. The treacherous Dahomeyans dealt also in piracy, and were making ready to bear down upon the _Clotilde_, recapture the slaves, and take Foster and the crew prisoners. The _Clotilde_ made her escape. When out some miles, the _Clotilde_ was sighted by an English cruiser. The slaver was a small craft, and Foster by using a favorite tactic--an elusive tacking--evaded the English. Once in the wake of the trade-winds the _Clotilde_ sailed towards her destination at a lively speed. [Illustration: =Map Drawn by Kazoola.= (_1_) Tarkar Village. (_2_) Dahomey’s Land. (_3_) Wavering line showing stealthy march of Dahomeyans through forest. (_4_) Route by which captive Tarkars were taken to the sea. (_5_), (_6_), (_7_), (_8_), Eko, Budigree, Adaché, Whydah, towns through which Tarkars passed. (_9_) River. (_10_) Beach and sea.] At the end of the thirteenth day the Africans were removed from their close, dark quarters. Their limbs were so cramped and numbed they refused to obey their wills, so they were supported by some of the crew and walked around the deck until the use of their limbs returned. Tottering on deck, to their astonished, terror-stricken eyes the sea stretched all around them: “We looka, an’ looka, an’ looka--nothin’ but sky and water. Whar we com’ from, we do not know--whar we go, we do not know” (Kazoola). One day they saw islands. The Tarkars say that on the twentieth day, Foster seemed uneasy; that he always had his glasses to his eyes; that he climbed the mast, and looked for a long time; then he came hurriedly down, ordered the sails down, threw out the anchors, and ordered the Tarkars back into the hole. Thus the _Clotilde_ lay until night. The Tarkars were naturally close observers; during the voyage they seem to have been particularly alert. They noted the varying colors of the sea--how at first it was blue, then green and how they passed through water that seemed blood-red. Foster was kind to them. They could eat the food--hunger makes anything palatable. Though their mental anguish was great, they suffered physically only for water. About a gill was given them at morning and at evening, and this tasted of vinegar. During such voyages, it was necessary that the water be conserved. Their only relief came when they caught rain in their parched hands and mouths.