"If there is, I never was afther findin' wan," he remarked. All were utterly worn out by their adventures and by the work on the stone wall, and glad enough to rest. Yet each took his turn, at a two hours' watch, so that they might not be surprised. But the savages did not come back during the night, nor did they see anything of the natives during the morning. Pat Stoodles had provisions stored in the cave and they made a hearty breakfast, after which all felt decidedly better. From the Irishman, who seemed to be growing clearer in his mind every hour, they learned that they were about half a mile from the seacoast. The way to the shore lay through a thick jungle, with here and there a treacherous swamp. With extreme caution they left the cave and started up the stream and into the jungle. They were constantly on the lookout for the savages, but a quarter of a mile was covered and not a native showed himself. "Dave scared them for fair," said Bob. "Perhaps they have left the island altogether." "Don't be afther foolin' yerself," answered Pat Stoodles. "Thim haythins is wust whin they are sthill." In this remark the Irishman was correct, for hardly had he spoken when an arrow whizzed through the air and pierced Doctor Barrell's hat. "They are after us!" cried several in chorus. "We must run fer it!" came from Stoodles. "Folly me, an' be amazin' quick about it, too," and away he leaped at top speed. Nobody needed a second warning, and all kept as close to the Irishman's heels as possible. He led them into a thicket of vines and underwood. In the meantime several more arrows came flying through the air, and Dave was struck in the shoulder. "I am hit!" he murmured, and stopped short. "Is it bad?" asked Captain Broadbeam, who was close to him. "I--I guess not. But it doesn't feel very good," and the young diver gave a gasp for breath. As quickly as he could the captain extracted the arrow, and when they were in the thicket the wound was bound up. It was not serious, but it gave Dave a stiff side for several days afterward. Once the thicket was gained, Pat Stoodles did not halt, but led the way deeper and deeper into the jungle. Some rocks were passed and then they came out on what looked like the edge of a moss-covered opening. "Stop!" yelled the Irishman at Bob, who was going ahead. "Stop, if ye value yer loife!" "What's wrong now?" asked the young engineer. "That spot is afther bein' worse nor the bogs av ould Ireland," explained Pat Stoodles. "It's as sticky as glue. Perhaps we can lead the savages into it." He led the way around the opening and all followed, pausing on the opposite side. At that moment the body of natives appeared, and, seeing the whites, broke into a triumphant yell. A shower of arrows were sent forth, but the whites ran for the shelter of the nearest trees and nobody was struck. Then out into the opening rushed the savages, still yelling and brandishing their bows and arrows.