“Yes, you almost stepped on us. What are they doing over there? We heard the same kind of a chant that attracted our attention when we landed to begin this foolish trip which has ended so disastrously.”
“They are cutting those silly capers over again. This is what I saw.”
Then Jenkins gave a detailed account of all that had taken place in the chamber, from the time of his arrival, and when he had finished, Gil asked:
“What do you suppose they are up to?”
“I reckon Andy could tell you, for there can be no doubt but that these are a lot of voudoo worshipers, and the fellow with the knife must be a priest, or something of that kind.”
“Do you suppose they could know that we were in search of pirates’ treasure?” Nelse asked.
“Not unless some of them understand English, and heard us talking when we came ashore this morning.”
“That might be,” Gil said, half to himself; “but so long as we hadn’t found any, I can’t imagine why we should have been made prisoners.”
“Perhaps it was because we saw them at their dances,” Nelse suggested.
To Gil this did not seem a very plausible explanation, but since he could advance nothing better, it was accepted as the true reason.