By this time the main rigging had caught, and the ship was like a gigantic beacon. "We'd better shove off clear of her at once," cried Jack, as he appeared out of the cabin entrance, his arms full of odds and ends. "What you totin' along, Jack?" inquired Broncho, from the boat. "Tobacco, matches, bull's-eye lantern, hammer, saw, packet of nails, two towels, a housewife, fishing-lines and hooks, spy-glass, nautical almanac, chopper----" "Ain't you forgot somethin?" broke in the cowpuncher, with gentle irony. Lobu had already been placed in the boat securely bound. He had recovered his senses, and sat quiet and sphinxlike on the floorboards. As they were preparing to shove off, Tari rushed forward, and presently reappeared with his beloved harpoon. "All aboard!" now sang out Jack lightly. "Any more for the shore?" He was a most cheery person to be shipwrecked with. His spirits rose with the danger. Desperate situations, hardships, the near approach of death, all seemed to act upon him as a tonic and instil him with an infectious gaiety. He jumped lightly into the boat and they shoved on. "_Kaoha, nuir!_" muttered Tari, as they pulled away from the burning ship. It was a friendly farewell, for the words, roughly translated, meant, "We part in friendship!" Jim hummed the famous chanty: "Leave her, Johnny, leave her, It's time for us to leave her." "_To fa_,[11] old ship!" called Jack. "The luck's against you. Kismet, always Kismet!" "Yes, the kyards is stackin' up against you, an' like many another clean-strain gent, you bucks against them without weakenin'. Finally, you cashes in, back to the wall, boots on an' your gun empty. Old _Ocmulgee_, I looks towards you, you're dyin' game." Thus Broncho. It was a melancholy sight as, lying on the swell about half a cable's length off, they watched for the end. She was now in flames fore and aft. Every rope was a thread of fire. Even where they lay to windward they could hear it roaring and hissing as it wrapped the poor old barque in its furious toils. The sea sparkled in the reflection. The smoke fell away to leeward in a huge bank of black, blotting out the stars. The faces of the boat's crew showed red and yellow in the glare of the fiery blast--Tari's sad and downcast, Lobu's sullen and indifferent, Jim's wide-eyed, the cowboy's keen and interested, and Jack's dreary but resolute. In silence they watched the end, each wrapped up in his own thoughts. Tari wistfully wondered if he would ever see his beloved island home again, with its breadfruit trees and cocoanut palms, its surf-beaten shores and rocky headlands, its sandy inlets and crystal streams; and not least, its light-hearted, flower-decked maidens. He was weary and worn with this tragic voyage, tired of this buffeting by the Fates about the rough world, and longed desperately for his own _paepae-hae_ once more.