Mr. Twinkle and the captain had to give up all their valuables, which they did gladly, thinking they were very lucky to escape with their lives.
"White men crawl on belly, like snake, and kiss Indians' feet," exclaimed Jack.
"I don't care about doing that," replied Mole.
Jack flourished his knife.
"White dog want to die?" he asked.
"Oh! no. Not yet. I'll do it," cried Mole, hastily.
Jack retreated several paces, and the professor crawled toward him, kissing his feet.
Van Hoosen and Harvey made their captives do the same thing.
"Whoop!" cried Jack, "we leave the white squaws now."
He took another drink out of the flask, his companions did the same, and then they vanished in the thicket as mysteriously as they had come.