[CHAPTER XV.]
OUT OF THE TREE.
"What avail is all this?" said Harry; "it is likely the savages have already heard our conversation. Besides, they will certainly see us, when we are drawn up out of the top of the trunk."
"It ain't likely they've heard us," said Turk, "as there's sich an infernal din with the roarin' of the fire here and the volcano above; but as to their seein' us, I dare say that may happen."
"Throw me the cord—quick!" cried the stranger, "and let me haul you up here with my precious gold!"
Turk threw the end of the cord.
"You may go first," said Harry to the old tar.
"Not a bit of it, lad!" answered Turk; "I ain't one of that sort, do ye see! There's no hurry for me. Your life is more valuable than that of sich an old lubber as your humble servant, Tom Turk."
Harry, however was firm.