"Yes, that"s what they say at home when a big dog goes at you, and nearly rolls you over," grumbled Jem. "I say, have you got anything to eat?"
"Not here, but plenty at Ngati"s place. I"m glad to see you both safe, my lads. It gave me quite a turn when he told me he"d hidden you in here."
"Why?" said Don sharply.
"Well, I"ll tell you, my lad. There"s a kind o" bad steam lies along the bottom farther in, and if a man was to lie down on the floor and go to sleep, I don"t s"pose he"d ever wake again. Come along!"
"Where are the men from the ship?"
"Gone off with their mates. Didn"t you hear the gun?"
Don nodded.
"They"ve been searching all over for you. Can"t make out whether you two got to sh.o.r.e, or were chopped up by the sharks out yonder. They won"t come again till to-morrow, and you"ll be safe till then. You must be hungry."
"Hungry?" said Jem, with a mocking laugh. "Hungry? Lookye here: you"d better take me where there"s something, or it won"t be safe. I heard tell as people ate one another out here, and I didn"t believe it, but I do now. I"m ready for anything or anybody; so come along."
Ngati took possession of Don, and led the way, evidently very proud of his young companion; whilst Jem followed with the Englishman down the gully slope, and then in and out among the trees, ferns, and bushes, till the dangerous hot and mud springs were pa.s.sed, and the _whare_ was reached. Then the weary fugitives were seated before what seemed to them a banquet of well-cooked fish, fruits, and roots, with a kind of hasty pudding preparation, which was far from bad.
"Feel better, now?" said the Englishman, after he had sat and smoked till they had done.
"Better? Yes, I"m better," said Jem; "but I should like to know one thing."
"Well, what is it?"
"Will they go on feeding us like this?"
"Yes; and if they don"t, I will."
"But--it don"t--it don"t mean any games, does it?" said Jem, in a doubting tone.
"You mean making game of you?" said the Englishman with a broad grin.
"Yes, hare or fezzun," said Jem.
The Englishman laughed, and turned to Don.
"I"ll see if you can"t have a better hiding-place to-night. That was very dangerous, and I may as well tell you to mind where you go about here, for more than one poor fellow has been smothered in the hot mud holes, and scalded to death."
"Is the water so hot as that?" said Don.
"Hot? Why, those vegetables and things you ate were cooked in one of the boiling springs."
"Phew!" whistled Jem.
They sat talking in the moonlight afterwards, listening to the tattooed Englishman, who spoke about what he had heard from the ship"s crew.
Among other things the news that they might sail at any time.
Don started, and the tattooed Englishman noticed it.
"Yes," he said; "that means going away and leaving you two behind. You don"t seemed pleased."
Don looked up at him earnestly.
"No," he said; "I didn"t at first. Don"t think me ungrateful after what you"ve done."
"I don"t, my lad," said the man, kindly; "I know what you feel. It"s like being shut away from every one you know; and you feel as if you were going to be a savage, and never see England again. I felt something like that once; but I didn"t come out like you did. Ah, well, that"s neither here nor there. You"re only a boy yet, with plenty o"
time before you. Make yourself as happy as you can; these chaps are not so very bad when they don"t want to get fighting, and I daresay you and me will be good enough friends. Eh? Hullo! What"s the matter?"
He leaped to his feet, and Don, Jem, and the New Zealand savages about them did the same, for half-a-dozen of Ngati"s followers came running up with news, which they communicated with plenty of gesticulations.
"What are they a-saying on, Mas" Don? I wish I could speak New Zealandee."
"Two boats" crews are coming ash.o.r.e from the ship. I wish you two was brown and tattooed."
Jem glanced wildly at Don.
"Come on," said the Englishman. "I must see if I can"t hide you before they come. What?"
This last was to a fresh man, who ran up and said something.
"Quick, my lads," said the Englishman. "Your people are close at hand."
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
LEFT BEHIND.
Tomati hurried out, followed by Don, but the latter was thrust back into the hut directly, Tomati stretching out his arms so as to spread his blanket wide to act as a screen, under cover of which Don and Jem were half pushed, half backed into the large gathering hut of the tribe, Ngati giving some orders quickly, the result of which was that Don and Jem were hustled down into a sitting position and then thrown upon their faces.
"Here, I"m not going to--"
"Hush, Jem. You"ll be heard," whispered Don.
"Yes, but--lookye here."
There was no time to say more. The first lieutenant of the ship, with a middy, Bosun Jones, and about twenty men came marching up, to find a group of Ngati"s men seated in a close circle, their blankets spread about them and their heads bent forward, grunting together, and not so much as looking round.
The men were halted, and the lieutenant addressed the tattooed Englishman.
"Well!" he said; "where are our two men?"
"Ask the sharks," said the renegade, shortly.
"Humph! Yes. I suppose we shall have to. Poor wretches! The captain thought we"d have a last look round. But mind this, if they turn up here, you and your men will detain them till we come back. I shall hold you responsible."
The Englishman grunted after the fashion of one of the savages.