"I reckon as how Dick is right," was old Jacob's comment. He turned to the Englishman. "What do ye think is best to do concerning your enemy?"
Robert Menden thought for a moment.
"I don't want to leave him to die here," he said slowly. "That wouldn't be human. Cannot some of your party watch over him until he comes around, while I get out of sight?"
This was decided upon, and after some more conversation on the point, Robert Menden hurried on, accompanied by Dick, Don and Bob, leaving Leander, Danny, old Jacob and the Porto Rican behind.
It was fully half an hour ere Joseph Farvel showed any signs of returning to consciousness. In the meantime those around the man made him as comfortable as circumstances permitted.
At last he opened his eyes and sat up.
"Where—what's the matter?" he asked, in a cold, disagreeable voice.
"You were struck down on the road," answered Leander. "Don't you remember?"
"I—yes, I remember being hit from over the shoulder. Who did it?"
"A native—we caught sight of him running away," put in old Jacob. "I don't believe you are seriously hurt, though."