“Poor Kettle went down, transfixed by a spear in the first few seconds
after the encounter. Professor Chadwick’s intention had merely been to
reconnoitre in preparation for an expedition later on. Not expecting
trouble, none of the party was armed. Allworthy dashed back to the boat
and seized up an oar. He did valiant service with it before he, too, was
felled by a spear-thrust. In the meantime, Professor Chadwick and Abner
Jennings had been captured, notwithstanding their stout resistance. Then
they were dragged off into the jungle, while we stood half-paralyzed
with horror at the suddenness and disastrous consequences of the attack.
“The last we saw of your father. Jack, he was motioning back to us to
put out to sea. Brave to the last, he thought of us before himself.”
Ned stooped and placed his hands over his eyes as if to shut out the
picture his words called up. Jack Chadwick sat staring vacantly at the
paneling of the cabin, not daring to trust his voice to speech. Tom, not
less affected, gripped his cousin’s hand.
“Remember, old chap,” he murmured, “that Ned told us some time ago that
there was reason to believe that your father was still alive.”
“I’m coming to that,” said Ned, raising his head and proceeding with his
narrative.
CHAPTER VII—THE THREE COLORED GEMS
“It was MacDuffy,” continued the lad, “who organized an expedition to go
to your father’s rescue. There was MacDuffy, Captain Andrews, four
seamen and myself. The rest were left in charge of the _Sea King_, the
engine-room force having instructions to proceed with the repairs to the
shaft, which were really simple enough, consisting only of bolting a
collar of metal around the split.
“We were heavily armed, as you may imagine, and after we had landed in
the light boat, we stowed it in the brush where it would not be likely
to be discovered by marauders. The other boat, the one in which your
father landed, had been stove in by those rascally natives. Our first
task after this, was to bury poor Kettle as decently as we could. This
done, we took up the trail, which was plain enough to follow. In fact,
we learned afterward, it was a regular path that the natives followed
when they came to the coast after turtles and fish.
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