CHAPTER XIX
A DAY OF ADVENTURES
The three spears held Dave in a circle. The spearsmen advanced themnearer and nearer till they hemmed Dave in dangerously. He had placedhis own weapon on the ground while attending to the boat, so he wasentirely unarmed.
Dave could do nothing but quietly await the further action of hiscaptors. They regarded him fiercely. Then there was a confab amongthem.
Two of them finally dropped their spears, leaving their companion toguard Dave. They went to the nearest bushes and secured some stringyvines of great strength.
They tied Dave's arms behind him. One of the men pointed west, in whichdirection the priest had gone. It seemed that the native village waslocated west.
A second of the trio dissented from the proposition made. He pointeddown the shore a bit and talked volubly. Then the two went away, givingsome directions to Dave's guard.
The latter, prodding Dave with the spear, made him go towards the shorebluffs. He forced him up an incline. There he secured a thick flexiblevine, passed it through Dave's arms, and tied the other end around atree.
He then threw himself on the ground and reclined there lazily.
From where he was Dave could look down the beach. He comprehended thatthe savages had come across the yawl and had probably seen hisfootmarks. They had calculated he would return and had hidden under theboat. Now, judging from the actions of the two natives down the beach,they were hunting for other footmarks.
At least it looked so to Dave. They seemed to locate some disturbancein the sand like a trail. They followed it up this course, which tookthem finally out of view of Dave.
Dave's guard reclined at the edge of the bluff, looking out at the sea.His spear lay beside him.
"I wish he would go to sleep," thought Dave. "With time given I'dbargain to get free from these flimsy bonds, if I had to gnaw throughthis big vine with my teeth."
The native, however, had no idea of going to sleep. He turned regularlyabout every two minutes to look at his captive.
Suddenly Dave saw the man start to rise up as if in great alarm. A lookof horror was in his gleaming eyes. With a yell he toppled backwards.The amazed Dave saw him roll down the bluff incline. The native turnedover and over, his head struck a great rock in the way with a fearfulclick. The blood flew from the wound and deluged the native's face andhe lay like one dead, his body suspended over a bent sapling.
"Why," exclaimed the startled Dave, "what made him do that? Mercy!"
A lithe, sinuous form cut the air, coming from the thick shrubbery justback of Dave. It landed where the native had sat. Dave understood now.It was a panther.
His blood ran cold as the animal, disappointed of its expected prey,turned quickly, facing him. From former experiences on the island Daveknew that he confronted a foe dangerous and bloodthirsty in the extreme.
The native panther was feared by the natives greatly. It was a smallanimal, but ferocious to a degree and enormously strong in forefeet andteeth.
Dave, bound, unarmed, felt himself completely at the mercy of theanimal. He shrank back, naturally, as it began to describe asemicircle. It crept low to the ground, uttering a harsh, hissingsnarl. Its eyes were fixed intently on its intended victim.
Dave watched the fatal circle narrow. The panther came to a pause, acrouch. It shot up from the ground.
Dave had prepared for this first onset. He realized, however, that,helpless as he was, his agility could not eventually save him.
The youth made a leap as the panther sprang at him. Through aremarkable circumstance Dave's rush drew the big vine out. The panthermet it coming up, was caught across the breast, and was sent hurtlingback violently.
It fell to the ground, Dave ran at it. He ventured boldly, for thechances of escape were desperate. Dave delivered one kick at theprostrate animal. His foot partly landed in its gaping mouth.
"It's incredible!" cried Dave.
He was lost in wonderment. That resolute kick had worked marvels. AsDave looked at the ground he saw several teeth there and a trail ofblood. Their owner had rolled back and had gone over the bluff as thenative Had gone, uttering several frightful snarls.
"Will it come back again?" panted Dave. "A surprising adventure--I canhardly realize it. Yes, it is returning--no, human voices. Men, mates!"shouted Dave, "this way, this way!"
With anxious heart elate Dave had caught the voice of more than oneperson. Then a word in English, and he recognized the voice of Daley.
"Hello, where are you?" responded Daley's tones, their owner beating hisway through the dense foliage.
"Young Fearless! We've found him," he cried, staring hard. "Turned upagain, eh, lad?"
"I'm mighty glad you have," said Dave rapidly. "What, the three of you,and safe and sound?" he added, as two others joined their leader.
"We were looking for you," announced Daley. "Here, one of you has apocket knife. Cut the lad loose."
"You were looking for me?" repeated Dave wonderingly.
"To be sure," nodded Daley. "We washed ashore last night all safe andtrim, as you see."
"Yes, but not near here, for I looked for a trace of you," said Dave.
"No, it must have been a good ten miles to the south, lad. We made thisway, and saw those natives get under that boat. We were unarmed andhid. When those two up the beach left you in charge of the fellow here,we rounded into the bluffs and searched for you. Where is the fellow,anyhow?"
Dave narrated what had taken place. Daley looked pretty serious.
"We're in a nest of them, it seems," he remarked, taking up the spearbelonging to Dave's guard. "Come on, mates; let's make a tight run forit while the coast is still clear of them."
Daley's plan was a simple one and Dave allowed it to prevail. It was toget north as fast and far as they could before they were discovered bymore natives.
"They're thick back of the coast, just hereabouts," said Daley. "Weheard their yells several times in our jaunt down shore, and saw severalof them. Keep in the cover of the bluff, and let us try to round thatcape yonder. From what I remember here before, the cyclone pretty wellcleaned out the north end of the island."
"That is true," said Dave, "and the natives probably shun it on thataccount."
Their progress was very satisfactory. The cape that Daley had alludedto was reached about two hours later.
It presented a sheer high wall to the sea and gave a fine view of theisland for miles around. It was wooded to within about fifty feet of theedge.
They were all terribly tired out and badly torn with thorns andbrambles. As they came out into clear space, Daley and his companionsthrew themselves down on the ground, nearly exhausted.
Dave, starting to follow their example, paused, uttered a great shout,and ran to the sheer edge of the cliff.
"Hello, there--what's doing, mate?" challenged Daley, in some wonder.
"See! see! see!" cried Dave, pointing down at the sea with shiningeyes--"the _Swallow_!"