"Good dog!" cried Don. "So he meant to kill you? Too bad!" And he hugged faithful old Dash around the neck.
The others soon came up, and it was decided to follow the trail of the native without delay.
This was an easy but slow undertaking for Dash, and this time they kept up with the canine with ease.
The trail led directly to where Farvel was keeping Bob a prisoner, and they came in sight just as the rascal had punched the helpless lad in the nose.
"Oh, the villain!" cried Dick, and rushing up behind Farvel he hit the man such a heavy blow in the neck that Farvel dropped like a log.
Seeing this, the native disappeared, and it may as well be stated here that he did not return, nor did the other black come back.
Farvel was nearly stunned, and by the time he recovered, old Jacob had released Bob by cutting the vines with his sharp jack-knife.
"Who—what—" stammered Farvel, when he could speak. Then he saw the crowd gathered around him and his face fell.
"Oh, how glad I am that you came up," cried Bob. "I believe he was going to kill me!"
"Wasn't going to do anything of the sort," growled Farvel. "You just let me alone."