At this point the canoe took a swift course, and in the twinkling of an eye seemed to have overcome the skilled hand at the paddles.
In a flash it went over and the entire party were dumped into the waters of the creek.
A great cry went up from Frank Reade, Jr.
“My God! they will be drowned!”
Forward the brave young inventor rushed. He thought of poor Barrows with his hands tied.
Thrown into the waters of the creek, it did not seem as if any power on earth could save him.
But two of the savages had seized the prisoners. The canoe had overturned in close proximity to the shore.
The third savage gave assistance, and as the water did not chance to be deep, all got ashore.
“Now we have them!” cried Frank, confidently.
But his statement was premature.