"Sure. How about fighting our way out?"
"It would be suicide."
"Why would it? We've got two guns and six shots in each."
"But they've got those blamed pipes, and one of them would be sure to get us before we could get them all, and you know what the least prick from one of their dart means. I'd rather face them if they were armed with guns. You'd have a show then, even if you got hit, but with those things you haven't."
It was indeed a desperate situation, and both the boys were fully aware of their peril. But they knew that there was One who had the power to save them, and, at a nod from Jack, Bob got to his knees and sent up an earnest petition, that, if it was His will their lives might be spared.
CHAPTER VII.
SAVED BY MAGIC.
"That sure helps," Jack declared, as Bob finished his prayer.
"I hope uncle and the others won't try to find us right away."
"How come?"