Without hesitation he plunged into the maelstrom. The rushing water swept him back, again and again, but each time the struggle was renewed with increased determination; and each effort carried him a few yards nearer the goal. Just as it seemed the coveted spot had been attained, the breakers sought with increased fury to drag him down; but he fought back, inch by inch, and at last one massive foot touched the rough surface of the stronghold. With a frantic tenacity that sapped the last vestige of his fast vanishing strength he dragged his weary body onto the rock and lay down, cushioning his great head upon his forepaws. Tremor after tremor passed over him, but they were not from the chill of the night nor from the drenching of the water. The pain had gone and a drowsiness had taken its place. Here, where he had rested before, he would sleep again. The bright stars shimmered overhead; a gentle, lulling breeze fanned his face; below, the water roared and hissed in impotent rage for he had conquered it and was out of its reach. It all spoke of the freedom of the wilderness, and of the joyousness of life. Not knowing death, Warruk did not fear it. But, knowing sleep as a reviver of spent energy, he welcomed its coming to relieve the heavy numbness that was penetrating to his very bones. It came, swiftly; the deadly poison prepared by Oomah was completing its ghastly work, was inducing the sleep; but not the normal, restful slumber that comes between sunset and sunrise but the sleep that is everlasting and without awakening. * * * * * Agoo reached the village of the Patocos after a week's rapid journey through the forest. He had been sent by the Cantanas to look for Oomah. The twigs snapped from the undergrowth by the hunter as he walked along guided him unfailingly to the last camping site and from there a beaten trail led to the village. And Agoo was promptly made prisoner by the fierce enemies of the Cantanas. There would be a feast indeed, with two captives instead of one. The newcomer also carried the flag of truce--the tuft of white feathers; but the emblem would be of no avail if the report of the hunters would be unfavorable. "I would speak to my tribesman," he said, "here, where all may hear." They brought Oomah and formed a circle around the two. "I am the bearer of a message," the newcomer greeted the emaciated youth, "from the fathers of the tribe." Oomah grunted. "Why have you come to add to my suffering? I know that I am an outcast, and I am ready to die." "No! You must come back with me. Your work is finished. Your reward will be great. Choflo's place shall be yours. That is the message I bear." Oomah stared blankly at the speaker. "How can I return without the evidence? I do not even know that the Black Phantom is dead. And besides, we are both captives," he replied.