The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.
The Black Avenger stood still with folded arms, “looking his last” upon
the scene of his former joys and his later sufferings, and wishing
“she” could see him now, abroad on the wild sea, facing peril and death with dauntless heart, going to his doom with a grim smile on his lips. It was but a small strain on his imagination to remove Jackson´s Island
beyond eyeshot of the village, and so he “looked his last” with a
broken and satisfied heart. The other pirates were looking their last,
too; and they all looked so long that they came near letting the
They built a fire against the side of a great log twenty or thirty
steps within the sombre depths of the forest, and then cooked some
bacon in the frying-pan for supper, and used up half of the corn “pone”
stock they had brought. It seemed glorious sport to be feasting in that
wild, free way in the virgin forest of an unexplored and uninhabited
island, far from the haunts of men, and they said they never would
return to civilization. The climbing fire lit up their faces and threw
its ruddy glare upon the pillared tree-trunks of their forest temple,
and upon the varnished foliage and festooning vines.