"He will succeed in doing so as—— Say, are you wounded?"
"One of those fellows cut my cheek open with a rock; but beyond the pain I don't reckon there's been any great damage done."
"You are fortunate that it was not inflicted by an arrow or spear. Let me try to bandage it, for the loss of blood will tell upon you if we continue this gait very long."
With strips torn from Jake's shirt the wound was bound up in an awkward fashion, and Cummings said as he finished the work:
"When Poyor comes he will gather a certain leaf which has healing properties, and in a short time all the pain will go away; but I fancy you'll carry that scar to your grave."
CHAPTER XVII.
A HALT.
Jake professed to have but little care how long the scar might remain on his face providing the wound healed, and they succeeded in escaping from the Chan Santa Cruz Indians.
"Nothing that can happen to us during the journey to Merida would be half as bad as to fall into their hands," he said with a shudder, "and what surprises me most is that I should have thought they were peaceably inclined."