Farquharson dropped his knife. He moved his arms over his head in extraordinary fashion, grimaced at the ceiling, then moved slowly toward his jailers. Flirting his fingers ominously at them, he exclaimed in sepulchral tones: "Winky, wanky, wunky, fum! Winky, wanky, wunky, fum!" Despite the pain in his ankles he executed a miniature war-dance on the floor, again solemnly uttering: "Winky, wanky, wunky, fum!" The Indians moved back from him, again overcome by his "big medicine." In one of his eccentric movements he managed to knock over the lantern, the oil running out over the floor. They snorted in terror, and began some incantation. Farquharson found the door and started downstairs. His feet refused further action. He fell and slid down to a landing. The Indians heard the fall. There was a colloquy and a rush across the floor. The Captain attempted to crawl to the next flight of stairs, but he could move but slowly. The Indians opened the door. "Light the lantern," called one. A voice could be heard in the street: "Have ye seen the Cap'n? O, I say, have ye seen the Cap'n? Durn ye, can't ye understand American?" Then, in a louder tone: "I say, have any of you dum fools seen the Cap'n? Don't ye know anything in this 'ere country?" Finally, still louder: "_Have any of you durned niggers seen the Cap'n?_" It was Brown searching for his employer, and trying by strength of his lungs to make up for lack of knowledge in his hearers. "Brown! Brown!" yelled Farquharson. "Come here quick!" "Where be ye, Cap'?" from the delighted Brown. "Here! Up the stairs! Quick!" Finding the stairs was not a difficult matter, and up came Brown, three steps at a time, shouting again: "Where be ye, Cap'?" The light through a begrimed window showed the helpless Englishman on the landing. "Well, I swanny!" wondered Brown. "Get me to the street. Be quick! The Indians will come." Fear of Yoscolo gave spirit to the aborigines. They rushed down the stairs, one of them holding the lantern which they had taken time to refill and light. "Hands up!" they commanded in Spanish, presenting their weapons. "Hands up! or we'll shoot." Brown seized one of the men by waist and neck and hurled him at the other. "O, talk United States!" he shouted. The Indians fell headlong. Brown lifted the Captain to his shoulder and flew down the stairs. Several pistol shots missed aim, but no pursuit was attempted. Brown's performance probably looked like more "big medicine" to the Indians. Soon the rescuer and his burden were outside. "I've carried many a pig, Cap', but never down so many stairs to wunst. Where be ye hurt?" "I'm better now. I think I can walk if you help me." Brown assisted him along the way. "Where were ye, Cap'? As near as I can jedge they're searchin' the whole country for ye." "The men you saw were holding me captive."