Crookleg obeyed.
Nelatu took the vacated seat.
“Now, lay hold of these oars, bend your back, and row me to the place where you landed Warren Rody and my sister. Remember, that if you make the slightest attempt to deceive me, I will bury my tomahawk deep in your brain.”
Thus admonished, the negro plied the oars, and the canoe darted rapidly through the water.
Chapter Twenty Seven.
The Lost Sister.
For more than an hour Crookleg was compelled to use the oars, until they had reached the other side of the lagoon.
Nelatu, silent and wrapped in his own gloomy thoughts, watched his every motion.