The Saboro was in better physical condition than the others of the party. There was no time for talk. The captives were fed sparingly. "Oh, how good this tastes!" said Robert. "We had given up all hope, after they brought us here. We tried so hard to get away and go to the northeast side of the island, where some white people are living."
Harry dragged Robert out of the hut, and called to George. "Here, George, did you hear what he said? How did you know there were white people in the northeast part of the island?"
"We saw it on a litter, which the Illyas brought into their other village."
Harry looked at George. "That was the litter we made at the Cataract, and on which we carried out the Kurabu. I wonder how the Illyas got hold of it?"
"Where is the Cataract?" asked Robert.
"That is at the northeast part of the island. That was our home."
"But don't you live there now?"
"No; we live in a big town at the southwest part of the island."
"But this is so wonderful to us. Just you two[p. 197] boys, and all the savages. How did you manage it?"
"But we are not alone. The Professor has been with us, and we have Mr. Varney, and we rescued a Mr. Blakely, and four of the Investigator's boys."