At last Jack completely recovered his senses. The two men who had remained in the berth were no longer there. Sambo, who nursed him tenderly as before, was the only person he saw. He inquired what had become of the rest. "Captain and all gone. Fis' eat them," was the answer. Yes; out of all that crew the negro and the boy were the only survivors. The king's son and his subjects had carried away all the cargo, and the rigging and stores and the bare hull alone remained. Jack was still very weak, but his black friend carried him on deck whenever the sea breeze blew up the river, and that refreshed him. While he lay on his mattress, he bethought him of repeating the verses from the Bible and his prayers to Sambo. The black listened, and soon took pleasure in learning them also. Jack remembered something about the Bible, and how Jesus Christ came on earth to save sinners; and Sambo replied it was very good of him, and that he was just the master he should like to serve. Thus many weeks and months passed away till Jack was quite strong again, and he wished to go on shore and to see what was beyond all those dark mangrove trees; but Sambo would not let him, telling him that there were bad people who lived there, and that he might come to harm. But a change in their lives was coming which they little expected. As they were sitting on the deck one evening, a long dark schooner appeared gliding up the river like a snake from among the trees. Sambo pulled Jack immediately under shelter of the bulwarks, and hurried him below. "The slaver--come to take black mans away--berry bad for we." The slaver, for such she was, dropped her anchor close to the brig. Jack and Sambo lay concealed in the hold, and hoped that they had not been seen. Oh that men would be as active in doing good as they are when engaged in evil pursuits. The slaver's crew, aided by numerous blacks from the shore, forthwith began to take on board water and provisions, and in the mean time gangs of blacks, tied two and two by the wrists, came down to the river's banks from various directions. Sambo looked out every now and then, and said that he hoped the schooner would soon get her cargo on board and sail. "She soon go now," said he one day, "all people in ship." While, however, he was speaking, a boat touched the side of the brig, and to their infinite dismay the footsteps of people were heard on deck. Still they hoped that they might escape discovery. "What dis smoke from?" exclaimed Sambo. "Dey put fire to de brig!" So it was. The smoke was almost stifling them. They had not a moment to lose. Up the fore-hatchway they sprung, and as they did so they found themselves confronting three or four white men. "Ho, ho, who are you?" said one, who turned and spoke a few words to his companions in Spanish. Jack replied that they were English sailors belonging to the brig, and that they wished to return home.