"That's fer ye!" roared the Irishman, and knocked him flat with a blow of his fist.
"Quick, we must get away!" cried Dave. "See, all of the savages are awake!"
He spoke the truth, and the others felt that they must fly on the instant or it would be too late.
"To the woods!" cried the doctor. "Perhaps we can hide!"
"I will show ye a spot!" put in Stoodles. "I have a cave all me own where they won't be afther findin' ye!"
He led the way and the others followed, through the brush and up a hill back of the lake upon which the encampment was located.
It was a crooked and dangerous path, yet by keeping close to Stoodles they avoided many a nasty pitfall.
Soon they heard the savages on their trail. At first they were some distance off, but gradually they grew closer and closer.
"I can't go much further!" gasped poor Bob. "My ankle pains me something awful!"
"Don't ye be afther givin' up!" said Pat Stoodles. "We'll soon be at me castle, which all the savages on the island can't conquer."