“My brother,” rejoined Vytal, “listen.” And he told the chief the tale succinctly, omitting only the complicity of Ananias Dare. “An you learn more,” he said, in conclusion, “you will tell me, I trust, and none other.” “Only to thee have I spoken, or shall speak. For thou art a chief, as I am, among men.” There remains no more to be told concerning life on the fly-boat. As to the voyage of the _Admiral_, it is recorded on accessible pages of history. An excerpt from these may not be inadmissible as a record of bare fact. In the journal of John White, the colony’s governor, we find the following true description of the voyage: MAY. The sixteenth, Simon Ferdinando, Master of our _Admiral_, lewdly forsook our fly-boat, leaving her distressed in the bay of Portugal. JUNE. The nineteenth we fell with Dominica, and the same evening we sailed between it and Guadaloupe. … The twenty-eighth we weighed anchor at Cottea and presently came to St. John’s in Mosquito’s Bay, where we spent three days unprofitable in taking in fresh water, spending in the mean time more beer than the quantity of water came unto. JULY. … About the sixteenth of July we fell with the main of Virginia, which Simon Ferdinando took to be the Island of Croatan, where we came to anchor and rode there two or three days: but finding himself deceived, he weighed, and bore along the coast. The two-and-twentieth of July we arrived safe at Hatarask.… The twenty-fifth our fly-boat and the rest of our planters arrived all safe at Hatarask, to the great joy and comfort of the whole company: but the Master of our _Admiral_—Ferdinando—grieved greatly at their safe-coming: for he purposely left them in the bay of Portugal, and stole away from them in the night, hoping that the Master thereof … would hardly find the place, or else being left in so dangerous a place as that was, by means of so many men-of-war, as at that time were abroad, they should surely be taken or slain, but God disappointed his wicked pretences. Here the account of the days at sea ends. Thus the fly-boat, thanks to the watchfulness and care of Dyonis Harvie, came at last to her haven. CHAPTER VIII “Triumph, my mates, our travels are at end.” —MARLOWE, in _Dido, Queen of Carthage_.