dark figures appeared moving to
and fro before the flames; while others, dancing and capering about,
looked like so many demons.

Regarding this new phenomenon with no small degree of trepidation, I said
to my companion, "What can all this mean, Toby?"

"Oh, nothing," replied he; "getting the fire ready, I suppose."

"Fire!" exclaimed I, while my heart took to beating like a trip-hammer,
"what fire?"

"Why, the fire to cook us, to be sure; what else would the cannibals be
kicking up such a row about, if it were not for that?"

"Oh, Toby! have done with your jokes; this is no time for them: something
is about to happen, I feel confident."

"Jokes, indeed!" exclaimed Toby, indignantly. "Did you ever hear me joke?
Why, for what do you suppose the devils have been feeding us up in this
kind of style for during the last three days, unless it were for something
that you are too much frightened at to talk about? Look at that Kory-Kory
there!--has he not been stuffing you with his confounded mushes, just in
the way they treat swine before they kill them? Depend upon it, we will be
eaten this blessed night, and there is the fire we shall be roasted by."

This view of the matter was not at all calculated to allay my
apprehensions, and I shuddered when I reflected that we were indeed at the
mercy of a tribe of cannibals, and that the dreadful contingency to which
Toby had alluded was by no means removed beyond the bounds of possibility.

"There! I told you so! they are coming for us!" exclaimed my companion the
next moment, as the forms of four of the islanders were seen in bold
relief against the illuminated background, mounting the pi-pi, and
approaching us.

They came on noiselessly, nay, stealthily, and glided along through the
gloom that surrounded us, as if about to spring upon some object they were
fearful of disturbing before they should make sure of it. Gracious Heaven!
the horrible reflections which crowded upon me that moment! A cold sweat
stood upon my brow, and spell-bound with terror, I awaited my fate.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the well-remembered tones of Mehevi,
and at the kindly accents of his voice, my fears were immediately
dissipated. "Tommo, Toby, ki ki!" (eat). He had waited to address us,
until he had assured himself that we were both awake, at which he seemed
somewhat surprised.

"Ki ki! is it?" said Toby, in his gruff tones; "well, cook us first, will
you--but what's this?" he added