It was the last of the attack upon our friends.
The savages had had enough of the contest and now thought only of saving themselves.
The second canoe was beached in a great hurry and the occupants disappeared as if by magic.
As soon as they felt free to do so, our friends resumed their oars and rowed in the direction of the Swallow.
On the deck they saw the lieutenant of the ship, Amos Fearless, and several other familiar faces.
Soon the steamship and the rowboat came together, and then Bob and Pat Stoodles were hoisted aboard the larger craft. Dave, the captain, and the doctor followed.
"Father!" cried Dave, and rushed into his parent's arms.
Amos Fearless could not speak, but his face showed plainly his great joy.
"And how are you, father?" went on his son.
"He is doing nicely," answered the first mate of the Swallow. "But his speech has not yet come back to him."