Three miles farther, just inside the mouth of North Inlet, what should we meet but the Hispaniola,cruising by herself? The last flood had lifted her, and had there been much wind or a strong tide current,as in the southern anchorage, we should never have found her more, or found her stranded beyond help. As it was, there was little amiss beyond the wreck of the main-sail. Another anchor was got ready and dropped in a fathom and a half of water. We all pulled round again to Rum Cove, the nearest point for Ben Gunn's treasure-house; and then Gray, single-handed, returned with the gig to the Hispaniola, where he was to pass the night on guard.