the man was hustled to the rail.

"Tell that chief that we have got his child safely on board," Harry
shouted.

Again and again the interpreter called out; but it was some time
before he could make the chief pay attention to him. As the latter
caught the purport of his words his face changed at once, and, after
calling to his men to desist from their search, his head sank on
to the shoulder of one of the men supporting him, and he evidently
lost consciousness.

"He is badly hurt, Dick; we had better get him on board, too. Old
Horsley was wishing this morning that he had something to do beyond
administering doses of quinine to the men."

Taking the tiller, he brought the boat alongside the chief, and
four of the sailors, directed by Dick, gently raised him from the
water and laid him on the bottom of the boat. Blood was flowing
freely from an ugly gash in his face, and it was evident from the
manner in which his left arm hung limp, as they lifted him up, that
either the shoulder or the arm itself was broken.

"Get him alongside at once, lads," Dick said. "I expect he is more
injured than we see. The other fellows will be all right; they can
all swim like fish."

In two or three minutes the injured man was laid down under an
awning over the fore deck of the cruiser, and the surgeon at once
came up.