nd they are afraid of powder. If I should
shoot one of them, the rest would run away."

"Can't we hide?"

"That will do no good. They would certainly find us. The best way is to
face the music."

"And they will steal all our things, Noddy."

"I won't let them steal anything," said he, examining his pistol.

"I hope you won't have to shoot any of them. It would be awful to kill
the poor creatures."

"I won't fire if I can help it. They are all looking this way, and I'm
sure they can see the house and the tent."

"What shall we do?" cried Mollie, who certainly felt that the end of all
things had come.

"We can do nothing; and we may as well take it easy. I can't tell what
to do now; but I think I will go down and hide the boat, for they may
carry that off."

Mollie went with him to the inlet, and the boat was moved up among the
bushes where the savages would not be likely to find it. The wind was
light, and the great canoe advanced but slowly. The men on board of her
appeared to be watching the island with as much interest as its
occupants regarded the approach of the intruders.

Off the reef the big canoe came up into the wind, and the savages
appeared to be debating what they should do next. They could see the
remains of the wrecked schooner now; and the question appeared to be,
whether they should visit that or the shore. But she soon filled away
again, and passed through the opening in the reef. Noddy had three
pistols, all of which he put in his belt, and finished this hostile
array by adding a huge butcher-knife to the collection. He looked
formidable enough to fight a whole army; but he intended only to make a
prudent display of force. Mollie thought it was rather ridiculous for a
small boy like him to load himself down with so many weapons, which
could not avail him, if a conflict became necessary, against sixteen
savages, full grown, and accustomed to fighting. But Noddy was
general-in-chief of the forces, and she did not remonstrate any further
than to beg him to be prudent.

The canoe slowly approached the shore. Those in her seemed to be
familiar with the land, for they steered directly up the little inlet
which Noddy had chosen as his landing-place. The "lord of the isle," as
our sailor-boy felt himself to be, moved down to the shore, followed by
Mollie. The savages could now be distinctly seen. They were horribly
tattooed, and they did not look very friendly. As the canoe touched the
shore, th