"Here I am, master," a second voice immediately replied.
"Ah, ah," the filibuster said with satisfaction, "all the better. I want you—come ashore."
"Are you in a hurry, master?"
"A great hurry."
"In that case, wait a moment."
And ere the filibuster could guess the Carib's intention, the noise of a body falling in the water could be heard, and two or three minutes later the Indian rested his hands on the gunwale of the canoe.
"Here I am," he said.
Montbarts could not refrain from smiling on seeing with what promptitude the savage obeyed his orders. He held out his hand, and helped him to get into the boat.
"Why such a hurry?" he said to him in a tone of friendly reproach.
The Indian shook himself like a drowned poodle.