village of Klock-Klock. If any difficulty should arise on sea, give us warning by firing three shots."
"All right," replied West—"at a minute's interval."
"If we should not return before evening, send the second boat with ten armed men under the boatswain's orders, and let them station themselves within a cable's length of the shore, so as to escort us back. You understand?"
"Perfectly, captain."
"If we are not to be found, after you have done all in your power, you will take command of the schooner, and bring her back to the Falklands."
"I will do so."
The large boat was rapidly got ready. Eight men embarked in it, including Martin Holt and Hunt, all armed with rifles, pistols, and knives; the latter weapons were slung in their belts. They also carried cartridge-pouches.
I stepped forward and said,—
"Will you not allow me to accompany you, captain?"
"If you wish to do so, Mr. Jeorling."
I went to my cabin, took my gun—a repeating rifle—with ball and powder, and rejoined Captain Len Guy, who had kept a place in the stern of the boat for me. Our object was to discover the passage through which Arthur Pym and Dirk Peters had crossed the reef on the 19th of January, 1828, in the Jane's boat. For twenty minutes we rowed along the reef, and then Hunt discovered the pass, which was through a narrow cut in the rocks. Leaving two men in the boat, we landed, and having gone through the winding gorge which gave access to the crest of the coast, our little force, headed by Hunt, pushed on towards the centre of the island. Captain Len Guy and myself
