In another moment the boys were actively at work casting off the ropes.
"Take zis," said Yamousa, handing Matt something wrapped in a piece of newspaper. "It will breeng you ze luck. You haf helped Yamousa, an' Yamousa she try to help you. But hurry; zere ees no time to lose."
Carl, gathering courage from the prospect of an early departure from that ill-omened spot, ran forward and helped Dick with the ropes.
Matt laid the small parcel Yamousa handed to him in the bottom of the car and immediately got the engine to going. The woman, meanwhile, with an apprehensive look over her shoulder, had started toward the timber.
As Dick and Carl leaped into the car, Yamousa gave a screech of warning and pointed toward the other side of the cleared space.
One look in that direction was enough for Matt. Half a dozen white men had hurried into sight. Whistler was in the lead.
"Let 'er go, matey!" yelled Dick. "They'll be on us in half a minute."
Matt, with a twist of a lever, threw the power into the machinery and the Hawk took the push and glided upward.