""We are saved!" murmured Bob, and then fell unconscious beside Pat Stoodles.
Leaving Dave to continue rowing, that the boat might not be upset by the long ocean swells, Captain Broadbeam and Doctor Barrell turned their attention to Bob and to Pat Stoodles.
It was found that Bob was suffering from a wound in the shoulder, and the loss of blood, following his former weakness, had been too much for him.
"He'll be all right after a while," said the doctor, after binding up the wound. "That is, unless there was poison on the arrow tip, and I see no evidence of such poison in the appearance of any of our wounds."
Poor Pat Stoodles was worse off and it was a grave question whether he would live or die.
He did not regain consciousness, although the doctor did his best for the poor Irishman.
"He needs stimulants," said Doctor Barrell.
"And we haven't so much as a drink of water," answered Captain Broadbeam, soberly.
An hour went by and the hot sun poured down fiercely upon those in the rowboat.
They knew not which way to turn, fearing that if they attempted to land again the savages would follow them up.