As briefly as he could Captain Restronguet explained the circumstances under which he rescued the survivors of the "Iticaba," and the reason why he wished salient facts in connection with the affair to be temporarily suppressed. "I think it can be arranged," said the Consul. "At all events, I will take down the depositions of Captain Rees, and omit any details I consider necessary." As soon as this was done Captain Rees took his departure. His men had already been quartered in the Consulate, where they were to remain until they could be sent back to Liverpool. "You will dine with me, gentlemen?" asked the Consul of Captain Restronguet and the two subs. "There is no immediate hurry for you to get back?" "I must get a boat before four o’clock," replied Captain Restronguet. "So I must ask to be excused." Hythe was also unable to accept, while Dewerstone, still intent upon the tennis party, managed to find a reason for declining the stiff formality of dinner at the Consulate. During their stay at Zanzibar Captain Restronguet and his companions visited the old town, but finding it remarkable for its malodorous nature, they beat a hasty retreat and went for a stroll inland. Before they returned it came on to blow fairly hard from the sou’west, and by the time they reached the landing-place it was pretty evident that a boat could not put off without great risk. In vain Captain Restronguet offered the native boatmen a large sum to be rowed off beyond Bawi Island. He even tried to charter a dhow, but without success. "We could ask the Consul to communicate with the ’Topaze’ or any of the cruisers and gunboats in the roadstead; they would send a piquet-boat for us," suggested Hythe. Captain Restronguet shook his head. "Not if it can be avoided," he answered. "I have reasons for not falling in with your plan. We will see if we can get better luck at Shangani Point. The water ought to be smoother there." Accordingly both men set off as briskly as they could in the moist, enervating heat, but before they had passed the Sultan’s palace a short, sparsely-built man in European clothing overtook them. Twice the man looked over his shoulder at Captain Restronguet, then suddenly wheeling he intercepted him and held out his hand. "What ho, there, Tretheway! Whoever would have thought of meeting you in this dead and alive corner of the globe?" Hythe naturally thought it was a case of mistaken identity on the part of the little fellow, but to his surprise Captain Restronguet replied in a cordial manner. "Bless my soul! It’s Jenkins. What are you doing here?" "It is," assented that worthy. "I’ve been knocking about a bit since I last worked--I mean, slaved--with you in a British dockyard. Fallen on my feet at last though, that is, unless I fall on my precious skull. Just fancy, Tretheway, I am aeroplanist-in-chief to His Highness the Sultan of Zanzibar."