About eleven o’clock
What was the use of thinking , seeing that we were face to face with circumstances which baffled reason and beggared all recorded human experience ? What Bastin did I am sure I do not know , but I think from the expression of his countenance that he was engaged in composing sermons for the benefit of Oro and the Glittering Lady . One diversion we did have . About eleven o'clock a canoe came from the main island laden with provisions and paddled by Marama and two of his people . We seized our weapons , remembering our experiences of the night , but Marama waved a bough in token of peace . So , carrying our revolvers , we went to the rock edge to meet him . He crept ashore and , chief though he was , prostrated himself upon his face before us , which told me that he had heard of the fate of the sorcerers .