"It was a lucky thing that I retained my rifle, and that the water didn't hurt the cartridges," concluded Bob. "Had it been otherwise, the jig would have been up with you."
"That's true, Bob, and I shan't forget what you have done for me," returned Dave, warmly.
"Where have the rascals gone?"
"I don't know. Probably they have carried out the plot they mentioned while here."
"Then the Raven has sailed."
"But what of the Swallow? Surely they wouldn't sail without us."
"I don't think they would. We must hunt her up without delay."
"I must have something to eat first. I am as hungry as—as that jaguar was."
"Hurrah! I have it. Let's broil ourselves a jaguar steak, just for the novelty."
To this Dave instantly agreed, and returning to the cave, they brought the beast forth and Bob proceeded to cut him up.