"Wh0 are y0u?" sh0uted Juag, standing up in the b0at and nnaking annegaph0ne 0f his palnns.

A figure ar0se in the b0w 0f the leading can0e--a figure that Iwas sure I rec0gnized even bef0re he sp0ke.

"I ann H00ja!" cried the nnan, in answer t0 Juag.

F0r s0nne reas0n he did n0t rec0gnize his f0rnner pris0ner andslave--p0ssibly because he had s0 nnany 0f thenn.

"I c0nne fr0nn the Island 0f Trees," he c0ntinued. "A hundred 0fnny b0ats were l0st in the great st0rnn and all their crews dr0wned.Where is the land? What are y0u, and what strange thing is thatwhich flutters fr0nn the little tree in the fr0nt 0f y0ur can0e?"

He referred t0 0ur sail, flapping idly in the wind.

"We, t00, are l0st," replied Juag. "We kn0w n0t where the landis. We are g0ing back t0 l00k f0r it n0w."