“Yes. We shall have to look out then and have our guns ready.”
“But have the Indians guns?”
“No, spears and blowpipes, through which they send poisoned arrows.”
“Ugh!” ejaculated Rob uneasily.
“Horrid things! Shaddy has often told me about them,” said Joe.
“What has he often told you about, my lad?”
The boys started, for the old sailor had approached them unheard.
“Indians’ blowpipes,” said Joe.
“Ah, yes; they’re not nice things, my lads. Can’t say as I would like to be killed by one of their arrows.”
“Why?” said Rob. “What are they like?”