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On the fourth day after this meeting we turned into Kaiser Wilhelm Bay, with the lead constantly going until we brought up in ten fathoms opposite a dirty, muddy beach, lined with mangroves and dotted with clumps of driftwood. Towering skyward, but far inland, was a lofty range of tree-clad mountains, and between them and the sea seemed one great unbroken expanse of forest country. Leaving Jim on board, the three of us got into the dinghy and pulled off, armed with the only weapon on the Ruby, a small bulldog revolver, the property of Mowbray.
For awhile, as we lay aground on a bank of stinking mud, which was the nearest approach we could make to the shore, we saw nothing of any building where, according to the plan, one should have been. But at length Paxton detected the shape of a house perched on a little bluff and nearly hidden in greenery.