"We cannot do better than to leave the stock where it is at present, William; they can run into the cocoa-nut grove for shelter if there is a storm, and there is feed enough for ten times as many." "Yes; but will you not dig up a few yams first?" "I had quite forgotten it, William. I will go for the spade." Having procured the yams, they set off on their return. Before they arrived at the bay, the sky clouded over and threatened a storm. It did not, however, rain till after they had landed, when a small shower announced the commencement of the rainy season. The fruit was very welcome to all of them, it was so long since they had tasted any. The following day was beautifully fine, and everything appeared refreshed by the rain which had fallen. It was, however, agreed, that Ready and William should go round the next morning, bring home the tents, and as many yams as the boat could carry. William and Ready went out at night as usual, when Ready observed that the wind had chopped round to the eastward. "That will be bad for us to-morrow, Ready," replied William. "We may sail to the harbour, but we shall have to pull back with the loaded boat." "I trust it will be no worse than that, at all events," replied Ready; "but we must now return, and go to bed. I shall be up by daylight, so you need not wake without you like." "I can't help waking," replied William, "and I shall, therefore, be up with you." "Very well, I am always glad of your company." The next morning, just before the day dawned, Ready and William unfastened the door of the stockade, and went down to the beach. The wind was still to the eastward, and blowing rather fresh, and the sky was cloudy. As the sun rose, Ready, as usual, had his telescope with him, and looked through it at the offing to the eastward. As he kept the spy-glass to his eye for some time without speaking, William said: "Do you see anything, Ready, that you look so long in that direction?" "Either my old eyes deceive me, or I fear that I do," replied Ready; "but a few minutes more will decide." There was a bank of clouds on the horizon to the eastward, but as soon as the sun had risen above them, Ready, who had the telescope fixed in the same direction, said: "Yes, William, I am right. I thought that those dark patches I saw there were brown grass sails." "Sails of what, Ready?" said William, hastily. "Of the Indian canoes; I knew that they would come. Take the glass and look yourself; my eye is quite dim from straining it so long." "Yes, I have them now," replied William, with his eye to the glass. At last he said: "Why, there are twenty or thirty of them, Ready, at least." "And with twenty or thirty men in each too, William." "What must we do, Ready? How frightened my poor mother will be! I'm afraid we can do nothing against such a number."