"Which way now?" inquired Turk.
"Towards the beach. There we may find Mary, either dead or alive, as there, it would seem, the greater number of the savages are gathered."
Accordingly, they moved toward the beach, cautiously keeping in the shadow of the shrubbery, when they finally found themselves within about fifteen feet of a spot occupied by a dozen warriors, all of whom stood upright, their glances bent upon the steep sides of the volcanic cliff.
"What is that?" inquired Harry, suddenly, trembling in every limb.
"There are savages speeding up the cliff, and if I mistake not, I just saw the gleam of a light dress, as if the rascals were bearing a female between them."
"Ay, ay," said Turk. "I saw it too, and it was sartinly a most melancholy sight."
"That woman that we saw could of course be none other than Mary Manton," said Harry. "Come, we will at least die fighting for the girl."
Before his friend could say a word, he was speeding along toward the cliff, still keeping in the shadow of the shrubbery, so that the natives could not see him.
Now he and his companion eventually arrived at the base of the cliff.
The natives in pursuit of the guide had, of course got there before them, and were now seen speeding up the steep ascent in hot pursuit of the strange man.