“You expect, then, to make him a man again?” asked the reporter. “Yes,” replied Smith. Breakfast ended, all returned to the shore and began unloading the sloop; and the engineer examined the arms and tools, but found nothing to establish the identity of the Unknown. The pigs were taken to the stables, to which they would soon become accustomed. The two barrels of powder and shot and the caps were a great acquisition, and it was determined to make a small powder magazine in the upper cavern of Granite House, where there would be no danger of an explosion. Meantime, since the pyroxyline answered very well, there was no present need to use this powder. When the sloop was unloaded Pencroff said:— “I think, Mr. Smith, that it would be better to put the Good Luck in a safe place.” “Is it not safe enough at the mouth of the Mercy?” “No, sir,” replied the sailor. “Most of the time she is aground on the sand, which strains her.” “Could not she be moored out in the stream?” “She could, but the place is unsheltered, and in an easterly wind I am afraid she would suffer from the seas.” “Very well; where do you want to put her?” “In Balloon Harbor,” replied the sailor. “It seems to me that that little inlet, hidden by the rocks, is just the place for her.” “Isn’t it too far off?” “No, it is only three miles from Granite House, and we have a good straight road there.” “Have your way, Pencroff,” replied the engineer. “Nevertheless, I should prefer to have the sloop under our sight. We must, when we have time, make a small harbor.” “Capital!” cried Pencroff. “A harbor with a light house, a breakwater, and a dry dock! Oh, indeed, sir, everything will be easy enough with you!” “Always provided, my good man, that you assist me, as you do three fourths of the work.” Herbert and the sailor went aboard the Good Luck, and set sail, and in a couple of hours the sloop rode quietly at anchor in the tranquil water of Balloon Harbor. During the first few days that the Unknown was at Granite House, had he given any indication of a change in his savage nature? Did not a brighter light illumine the depths of his intelligence? Was not, in short, his reason returning to him? Undoubtedly, yes; and Smith and Spilett questioned whether this reason had ever entirely forsaken him. At first this man, accustomed to the air and liberty which he had had in Tabor Island, was seized with fits of passion, and there was danger of his throwing himself out of one of the windows of Granite House. But little by little he grew more quiet, and he was allowed to move about without restraint. Already forgetting his carnivorous instincts, he accepted a less bestial nourishment, and cooked food did not produce in him the sentiment of disgust which he had shown on board the Good Luck.