"That's true. But I can't walk."
"I'll carry you."
And having allowed Bob to slip some extra cartridges into the repeating rifle, Dave took his friend up in his arms.
He was just about to start down the ravine when the gorilla showed himself a second time.
He had armed himself with half-green cocoanuts, and taking aim, he let fly at Dave's head.
"Dodge!" yelled Bob, and the cry came none too soon, for the missile brushed over the top of the young diver's head. Then came several more cocoanuts, and Bob was struck in the side.
He could not stand the fusillade, and watching his chance, discharged the rifle again.
He only fired one shot, but this found its way through the gorilla's stomach, and mortally wounded the creature.
Down dropped the cocoanuts, one at a time. Then the animal's hold relaxed, and he too came down, almost at the feet of the youths.
The distorted, half-human face was terrible to look upon, and both Dave and Bob turned quickly away.