"Reckon I'm hep," Jack groaned as he fell into step beside his brother.
The natives formed a semicircle about them and, with many gesticulations, urged them on.
"We're in a mess," Jack whispered.
"Looks that way."
"What do you think?"
"Can't tell. Have to wait and see."
"How in the world do they get through this stuff in their bare feet without getting cut all to pieces.
"Guess they must be tough."
"And then some."
For some time they pushed their way through the thick sharp grass being constantly urged to make more haste by their captors who seemed not to have the slightest difficulty of locomotion. Finally they reached the top of the next hill all but exhausted, although Bob cautioned Jack against showing it any more than he could help. A short distance in front of them they saw a grove of cocoanut trees and toward it their captors urged them.