It was just daybreak when Ben Yool started up.  "I can't stand it any longer," he exclaimed.  "I'll just go and see if those savages left any of their provisions behind them."  Without waking Mr Brand to know what he would say, off he went down the hill.  How anxiously I waited his return!  I was afraid that some of the savages might be lying in wait, and might catch him.  My ear watched for the sound of his footsteps. Five--ten minutes--a quarter of an hour passed away.  At last I thought I heard the breathing of a person toiling up a hill.  It might be a savage, though.  I kept my rifle ready, in case it should prove an enemy.  To my great satisfaction it proved to be Ben.  He came loaded with bread-fruits and cocoa-nuts, and what was undoubtedly the hind quarters of a pig, while a calabash full of water hung round his neck. "I was afraid that I should have to come back without anything for my trouble," said he.  "Just then, under a tree, I stumbled over these provisions.  How they came there I don't know, but there they are and let us be thankful."