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Updated: June 19, 2025
They had put them to flight, that was the important point. This had been done in such a way that the cannibals would never dare to return to Phina Island. All was then for the best. They had only to rejoice in their victory, in which Tartlet did not hesitate to claim the greatest share. Meanwhile the prisoner had come to his rescuer.
Not a vessel, not a fishing-boat, not a ribbon of smoke detaching itself from the horizon, proclaimed the passage of a steamer. It seemed that Phina Island was situated out of the way of all the itineraries of commerce. All they could do was to wait, trusting in the Almighty who never abandons the weak.
It was in this capacity that he entered the mansion of William W. Kolderup. As time rolled on his pupils gradually abandoned him, and he ended by becoming one wheel more in the machinery of the wealthy establishment. After all, he was a brave man, in spite of his eccentricities. Everybody liked him. He liked Godfrey, he liked Phina, and they liked him.
In fact, the conditions under which the castaways on Phina Island had lived up to now were no longer the same. To struggle to the end, to struggle for the necessaries of life, they had been able, thanks to fortunate circumstances.
Godfrey, after having cut himself a substantial walking-stick, went for two miles along that part of the beach which he did not know, and whose return formed the outstretched point of Phina Island. There he made a first meal of shell-fish, mussels, clams, and especially some capital little oysters which he found in great abundance.
Then they returned on board, not without Tartlet asking permission to bring off "his crocodile" a permission which was granted. That evening the party were united in the saloon of the Dream, and there was quite a cheerful dinner to celebrate the end of the adventures of Godfrey Morgan and his marriage with Phina Hollaney.
In that empty box which served the professor for a cranium there could be born no practical idea; Godfrey would have to think, contrive, and decide for both. His first thought was for Phina, his betrothed, whom he had so stupidly refused to make his wife; his second for his Uncle Will, whom he had so imprudently left, and then turning to Tartlet,
Whatever Tartlet thought, Godfrey felt no distrust in the savage, and never seemed to regret having come across him. What disquieted him was the possible return of the cannibals who now knew the situation of Phina Island.
"Not the date of mine, I suppose!" "Perhaps that is more urgent?" said Phina. "Hey? what?" exclaimed the uncle "what does that matter? We are only talking of current affairs, are we not?" "Godfather Will," answered the lady. "It is not of a wedding that we are going to fix the date to-day, but of a departure." "A departure!"
Phina showed herself much the most composed. As for Tartlet he drowned his apprehensions in several glasses of champagne, whose influence was perceptible up to the moment of departure. He even forgot his kit, which was brought to him as they were casting off the last hawsers of the Dream.
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