He stopped suddenly, for there was a great shouting from the Indians.
"The phantom! the phantom!" they cried, in tones that betokened the greatest terror.
Then they took to flight, paddling as if their very lives depended on it.
At the same time, the mysterious white canoe, still apparently without an occupant, was seen coming swiftly toward them, gliding lightly over the water in a most unaccountable manner.
Exclamations of astonishment broke from the two sailors, and Leslie Gage stared at the singular craft in profound astonishment.
When the attention of the crowd was on the remarkable sight, Frank unfastened the door and before Gage was aware of it, our hero was right upon him.
"You are my prisoner, Gage!" Frank shouted, pointing a revolver at the fellow. "Surrender!"
Gage saw the boy he believed he had destroyed, uttered a wild shriek, threw up his hands, and fell in a senseless heap to the ground.
Frank swiftly lifted the fellow, and then ran into the cabin with him, placing him on the couch.
The two sailors did not pursue. In fact, they seemed almost as badly scared as the Indians, and they got away in their boat, rowing as if for their very lives, soon passing from sight.