He beckoned, as he spoke, to the young girl and the seamen, all of whom made haste to follow him.
The savages below, now, for the first time, caught sight of the white party, and made for them with great swiftness, yelling and brandishing their spears.
"There's sartinly no time to lose," exclaimed Turk, as he assisted his friend to help Mary along; "if them blackskins get at us now, they'll make sure work of it by pinning us to the ground."
The party hurried on.
They reached the canoe, while the islanders were yet forty yards distant, when, springing in, all the men seized paddles and went to work.
Spear after spear was hurled at them before they had gone more than a few fathoms from the beach.
One of these missiles severed a lock from Mary's head, another grazed the shoulder of her lover.
"Quick!" shrieked Turk, "if we don't get away from here in a minute, we'll all be swallered in fire and water!"
This, in fact, seemed evident. The bubbles increased on the surface. The surges rolled wildly, swaying hither and thither—the booming thunder underground was become deafening.