"We are saved!" murmured Bob, and then fell unconscious beside Pat Stoodles. Leaving Dave to continue rowing, that the boat might not be upset by the long ocean swells, Captain Broadbeam and Doctor Barrell turned their attention to Bob and to Pat Stoodles. It was found that Bob was suffering from a wound in the shoulder, and the loss of blood, following his former weakness, had been too much for him. "He'll be all right after a while," said the doctor, after binding up the wound. "That is, unless there was poison on the arrow tip, and I see no evidence of such poison in the appearance of any of our wounds." Poor Pat Stoodles was worse off and it was a grave question whether he would live or die. He did not regain consciousness, although the doctor did his best for the poor Irishman. "He needs stimulants," said Doctor Barrell. "And we haven't so much as a drink of water," answered Captain Broadbeam, soberly. An hour went by and the hot sun poured down fiercely upon those in the rowboat. They knew not which way to turn, fearing that if they attempted to land again the savages would follow them up. "We will row in the direction of the landing place where we first came ashore," said Captain Broadbeam, and this was done. An hour later Dave let out a cry of dismay. "The savages! They are after us again!" He was right. Around a distant point of land had appeared at least a dozen savages, and all were making for the rowboat with all speed! CHAPTER XVIII ON THE BOSOM OF THE OCEAN "We can't land here!" cried Dave. "You are right," answered Captain Broadbeam. "See, more savages are coming from behind yonder trees." "What shall we do?" questioned the doctor, his face full of concern. "There is but one thing to do--put to sea again," came from the master of the _Swallow_. The savages came on with a rush, yelling at the top of their lungs. As they approached the water's edge they let fly a shower of arrows. But fortunately for our friends, all fell short of the mark. As quickly as it could be accomplished, the rowboat was turned around and headed once more from the island. All who had been rowing were tired, but did their best to get the craft away from the shore. As soon as the savages saw the boat leaving they set up another yell, and several rushed away to find those who were out in the canoes. But the latter were on the other side of the island, and before they could be notified our friends had, for the time being, made good their escape. Dave was all but exhausted, and at last dropped his oar and sank in a heap on the seat. "Played out, eh?" came from Captain Broadbeam. "Well, I don't wonder. I'm about played out myself." An hour went by and the rowboat rose and fell on the broad swells of the Pacific Ocean. In vain they looked in all directions for the _Swallow_. The vessel was not to be seen.