Here he concealed himself till daybreak, when he found himself practically overlooking the whole island.  On the south side, opposite to where we were lying, he espied a cove, off which was anchored a craft which he declared was the same vessel as we had chased, and from which Pedro had thrown himself.  Another hour’s careful tracking brought him close to the creek, where he saw our comrades being escorted on board by the buccaneers in gangs, twenty-seven all told, so that they were apparently all alive and well.  Then he made out a party of men coming down from the hillside, where they had been posted as rearguard, and with them was Pedro.  They passed quite close to where he lay hid, and he could swear that Pedro was no more a Portuguese than he was.