He had to go along, whether he would or not. Dave grasped one bristly ear of the boar.
"Whew!" he uttered, mind and body in such a turmoil that he could not realize what had happened till it was all over.
The boar, freed, had made a dash out of the pit. It seemed to Dave that it took some avenue of exit different to the slant down which he himself had tumbled into the pit.
At all events, he found himself in the open air, but borne along at a terrific rate of speed. He could hardly cling to the animal.
He let go his grasp entirely as the boar scaled a rise and toppled over.
Dave, however, could not disengage his clothing. Then he was conscious of rolling over and over. The big animal seemed to fade from view in a swift flight. Dave"s head struck something and he lost his senses.
When Dave came back to consciousness, there was no mistake as to his situation. A single glance enlightened him.
A dozen natives were working around a charcoal fire. They seemed to be hardening spear-heads, darts, and other weapons used by the Windjammers as weapons of war.
Near by was a square hut. Its door stood open, the only aperture it contained. Its top was flat and sunken, and leaning up against the sides of this parapet-like inclosure Dave noticed numberless weapons.
Dave lay flat on the ground, feet and hands both tied. The wild boar was nowhere in evidence. The natives were going on with their work.
"Weapon-makers," said Dave. "They seem to be finishing up their work, for the fire is going out."
Finally one of the men--there were four of them--finished holding a lot of spear-ends in the fire. He came and looked at Dave, discovered his eyes were open, and spoke some quick words to him.
Dave shook his head to indicate that he did not understand. A few minutes later all four men piled the various articles they had been burning upon a sort of litter.
They seemed about to carry this into the hut. Each took a corner of the litter.
Here something happened. Dave almost imagined himself in a dream, as he saw a swift form burst from some bushes near at hand.
It was Daley. He was armed with a great knotted club. Evidently he had been watching for just this opportunity to interest himself in behalf of his young friend and overpower his captors.
The four natives employed at the litter had no time or chance to defend themselves.
Whack! Whack! In turn two of them went flat with broken heads.
Whack! Whack! Their companions toppled over, and the litter fell to the ground.
"Up with you," roared the giant sailor, a cyclone of strength and resolution now.
He grabbed up Dave bodily, ran towards the hut, dropped Dave, closed the door, barred it, and stood panting and trembling with excitement as he proceeded to release his companion.
It was then that Dave Fearless made that fervid remark:
"Mr. Daley, you are a brave man!"
CHAPTER XXVII
THE POISONED DARTS
It was after a brief, hurried conversation that Dave and Daley began an inspection of their surroundings.
"You ask what next?" said Dave, stirring about to ease his cramped limbs and snapping a match. "I think we had first better learn the condition of the enemy."
"Hey, don"t do that, lad!" called out Daley quickly, as Dave moved as if to open the barred door and peer out.
"There"s no other way of finding out what we want to know," said Dave.
"Yes, there is!" declared Daley. "I just saw a ladder in a corner here.
It leads to the roof, I think."
"Try it and see," suggested Dave, which they did.
"All right," announced Daley, as they came out on a square roof like a platform, "we can get a famous idea of the rights of things from here."
Dave surveyed the prospect in great curiosity. The roof resembled an a.r.s.enal. There were hundreds and hundreds of all kinds of spears, pikes, and darts.
Some were made up in bundles, some were leaning against the rising parapet as if slanted to catch the sunlight. In the center of the roof was a little raised platform. This held a lot of spears and darts, the heads resting in a big flat bowl full of some dark-colored liquid.
"There they are," announced Dave, glancing down at the spot where they had last seen his recent captors.
Daley, too, viewed the quartette. Two of them had fully recovered from their injuries. One was squatted on the ground, holding his head between his knees and rocking to and fro and moaning.
The fourth lay flat on the ground, still insensible, but the two able natives were rubbing him to restore him to consciousness.
"We"re safe enough here," remarked Daley, with some satisfaction. "They can"t possibly get in--they won"t try."
"No, we seem to have a whole armory at our disposal," said Dave.
"Stoodles taught me to use the dart pretty well."
"We could hold those fellows at bay for a long time."
"Just so," nodded Dave, "provided we are not starved out. You know it is folly to think of staying here if we can possibly get away. They would soon bring an army to surround us, and then all chances of escape would be gone."
"I knocked them out once," said Daley. "We"ll try it again if you say so. It would be equal chances if those two cowards, Jones and Lewis, hadn"t shown the white feather, after promising to join me and help me.
The minute I pointed out the natives here to them, they cut stick for dear life."
"Well, they must take care of themselves, after this. Wait, we won"t venture out yet, Mr. Daley. See, the fellows have got in trim to challenge us."
The four natives were now fully recovered from Daley"s vigorous onslaught, it seemed.
They consulted and chattered, with frequent glances up at the enemy in possession of their stronghold.
One of them, evidently the leader of the group, worked himself up into a perfect fever of excitement and rage.
He approached nearer to the hut and shouted up a loud rigmarole to Dave and Daley. Suddenly wheeling around, he seized a dart from the heap on the litter.