CHAPTER XXVI
PLANS FOR RESCUE
“For Heaven’s sake, captain, what are you up to there?”
The voice of Filhiol startled Briggs. In the door of the cabin he saw the old man standing with a look of puzzled anxiety. Through the window Filhiol had seen him take down the kris; and, worried, he had painfully arisen and had hobbled into the house. “Better put that knife up, captain. It’s not a healthy article to be fooling with.”
“Not, eh?” asked the captain. “Pretty bad poison, is it?”
“Extremely fatal.”
“Even dried, this way?”
“Certainly! Put it up, captain, I beg you!” The doctor, more and more alarmed, came into the cabin. “Put it up!”
“What does it do to you, this curaré stuff?” insisted the captain.
“Various things. And then—”