He fastened the end of the line quickly under the armpits of the sailor, and ordered the stranger to haul away.
Assisted by his own efforts and by the pulls from the man above, Turk soon was drawn through the opening.
Then a savage yell proclaimed that he was seen, and the trick to effect of his release discovered by the natives.
"Quick, my lad!" shouted Turk, throwing down the line to his friend, as several spears whizzed round his head.
"Give me my gold!" almost shrieked the stranger, as he snatched the bag from the old seaman's pocket, and thrust it into his own, "and stand by to follow me, if you'd escape the natives."
"Jist hold on a minnit!" said Turk, clutching the man by the arm; "I don't know who you be; whether you be humanized or t'otherwise, but one thing is sartin, it's playin' us a very scaly trick fur you a-tryin' to get off, when you know that the life of a feller creatur' is still to be saved."
"Quick then, quick!" screamed the stranger, "don't you perceive that the natives are going to fling more spears?"
"They can't hurt ye, if you ain't human," said Turk—then he added, eyeing the stranger curiously, "if you have what's tarmed a caudal canpendage, that is a tail, do you see, as all non-human bein's has, I wish you'd show it, so that I may know whose acquaintance I have the honor of makin."
"Whiz! whiz! buz-z-z!" came more spears, passing within a few inches of the speaker's head.
While talking, Turk had not neglected his friend, who by this time had passed the line round his breast and given the word to haul.