Bob had just procured his drink and was watching the flight of several birds near by, when he felt himself clutched from behind.
Before he could make the slightest outcry a hand was clapped over his mouth, and he was lifted from his feet and borne into the jungle.
Bob's eyes were wide open and he easily saw who had made him captive.
The natives carried him with ease, while it was Joseph Farvel's hand which was clapped over his mouth.
After several hundred feet had been covered, he was set down, and a handkerchief gag was inserted in his mouth.
"Make an outcry and you will be sorry for it," said Joseph Farvel, grimly.
Bob wished to ask where he was being taken, but was given no chance to do so. The natives bound his hands behind him, and then he was told by Farvel to march.
As there was nothing to be gained just then by resisting, poor Bob marched along, through the jungle and across several tiny mountain streams.
Presently they reached a rough shelter built of tree branches and palm leaves, and here they halted.
The boy was tied to a tree, hands and feet, the natives using some tough vines for that purpose. Then he was searched, and his pistol and pocketknife were taken from him.