The physician was right; it was indeed the _Swallow_, and now another shot boomed out. The ball struck the stern of the leading war canoe, and the craft began immediately to fill with water. [Illustration: "THE BALL STRUCK THE STERN OF THE LEADING WAR CANOE."] The yelling was terrific, for the natives were taken completely by surprise. As the first of the canoes began to sink, those on board leaped into the water. Some started for the other canoe, but the majority swam toward shore, thinking that the second craft would soon be served like the first. But the natives on the shore were not yet daunted, and with another yell they let fly a shower of arrows at those in the rowboat. "Down!" cried Captain Broadbeam, and all hurled themselves to the bottom of the craft. It was well that they did this, for the arrows must otherwise have killed one or more of them. Boom! A third shot from the _Swallow_ was now directed at those on shore. The aim was a good one and two natives were seen to pitch forward, to rise no more. Seeing this, the others took to their heels with all speed and disappeared into the jungle. It was the last of the attack upon our friends. The savages had had enough of the contest and now thought only of saving themselves. The second canoe was beached in a great hurry and the occupants disappeared as if by magic. As soon as they felt free to do so, our friends resumed their oars and rowed in the direction of the _Swallow_. On the deck they saw the lieutenant of the ship, Amos Fearless, and several other familiar faces. Soon the steamship and the rowboat came together, and then Bob and Pat Stoodles were hoisted aboard the larger craft. Dave, the captain, and the doctor followed. "Father!" cried Dave, and rushed into his parent's arms. Amos Fearless could not speak, but his face showed plainly his great joy. "And how are you, father?" went on his son. "He is doing nicely," answered the first mate of the _Swallow_. "But his speech has not yet come back to him." Bob and Pat Stoodles were carried to state-rooms, and here Doctor Barrell proceeded to minister to their comforts through the stock in his medicine chest. While this was going on Captain Broadbeam started in to learn if Pete Rackley had shown himself. "Why, certainly; he is on board," said the mate. "He's a poor, down-hearted castaway, isn't he?" "He's a rascal!" burst out Captain Broadbeam. "Where is he? I'll put him in irons!" A search was at once instituted and at last Pete Rackley was found hiding in the forecastle. He was the picture of misery when brought before Captain Broadbeam. "It's all a mistake," he said, in a trembling voice. "All a mistake." "It is no mistake," said the captain, sternly. "Dave Fearless is here to testify against you." "But--but----" "You need make no more denials, Rackley. You have played the game and lost. Now answer me truthfully: Have you done any harm as yet to the _Swallow_?" "No! no!"