In fact so shrill and piercing and savage was the islander's cry that its import could not well be mistaken.
Like the croaking shriek of a ravenous sea-bird, it came grating down the sides of the rock.
"My God! there she goes!" screamed Harry; "Mary! Mary!"
[CHAPTER XVII.]
UNEXPECTED.
With that cry from Harry Glenville was mingled the despairing scream of the young girl.
The two savages holding her, had swung her forward with great impetus to fling her into the red gulf, when a wild form suddenly came bounding forward from the summit of an overhanging rock, snatched the girl from their arms and made off with her with deer-like speed.
To explain this, it must be remembered that the gaze of all the savages present, had been concentrated upon the two intended victims, so that they had known nothing of the approach of the intruder, who, it need scarcely be told, was the singular island guide.
This person, probably from his greater familiarity with the mountain paths, had distanced his pursuers who, like Harry Glenville and Turk, soon became puzzled as to their course, and thus lost track of the fugitive.