Silva, leaving three men on board, ordered us to get into his boat to return with him to the big schooner.  As we were shoving off, old Surley, who had been smelling about after the other men, gave a loud bark, as much as to say, "Don't leave me behind," and leaped in after us.  Truly glad were we to have him, poor fellow.  He might prove to us a friend in need.