Uncle Tom, and Jack, and Oliver at once came on board, very thankful to find that we had escaped all dangers.  Uncle Tom said that he was on the point of sailing to look for us.  We had just time to see the outline of the tower, its domed hall rising in its midst, with pretty villas surrounded by woods beyond, before the fast-gathering darkness shut them out of our view, while the twinkling lights from the old town and a number of stone-vessels and other coasters and fishing-boats cast their glimmer on the surface of the water.