Had we been believers in the existence of demons, we must have at once decided that a demon lurked in the forest behind us.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Rescue at Hand; Leaving the Island.
Marjorie had heard the sound, also, and came toward us.
Suddenly she pointed out toward the sea, uttering the exclamation, "look."
We both turned and looked in the direction indicated.
A boat was rounding the point; a real boat.
There were men in it, four men. The boat shot around the point and began skirting the shore toward us.
We saw that they were black men, dressed in rough but civilized garments.
They were conversing among themselves, speaking in a tongue which we did not understand.