The two pairs of arms soon had him up, when turning, the stranger was seen running along a branch extending from the burning tree to another.
"There goes either the devil or a spook!" said Turk; "it's the queerest creatur' I ever saw, thinkin' of its gold under sarcumstances like the present."
"Follow me, follow me, if you would escape," the man was now heard screaming out at the top of his voice.
The seamen obeyed, gliding after the figure, which seemed to dart along with the speed of a squirrel.
Having gained the other tree, the strange guide descended half way, then, by a drooping branch, swung himself quickly to the ground.
Harry and his friend followed, the twain being pursued by the savages.
Every nook and corner seemed familiar to the leader.
On he went, dashing away with a speed which rapidly widened the distance between him and his followers.
By powerful efforts, however, the two men continued to keep in sight.