Then, seizing him round the waist, he flung him at the captain, whom he upset, at the same instant springing into the sea and swimming after his companions.
The whole affair did not last a minute.
Jack, who had reloaded, fired upon the overcrowded canoe.
Two paddles fell into the water and drifted away.
No sooner did they clamber on board than they were saluted with a score of spears, which stuck in the masts and deck, one passing through the fleshy part of a sailor's arm.
"Here, man, go below and bathe it in brandy," cried the captain. "Drink some, too. The rest of you get under shelter of the bulwarks.
"I have heard that these fellows poison their spears and arrowheads," he continued to our hero.
"Will they come back, do you think?" questioned Bob.
"Perhaps—we must remain on guard."
The next few hours were very anxious ones on board of the Dart.