ESCAPE FROM THE AMAZONS.
"I am glad they caught those two scoundrels," observed Jack Howard,
turning to our hero. "But I am sorry they caught us. This marrying
business is not going to work very well, I am afraid. The moment we
object to it there will be trouble."
"If it comes to the worst we will have to fight for it," replied Van. "I
think we can put it off for a couple of days, and we ought to be able to
make our escape before that time. But there's Doc Clancy! I can't go
away and leave him here; for I have sworn that if the villain lives long
enough, I will take him back to the United States to stand trial for the
murder of my uncle."
"He'll never live long enough for you ter do that," spoke up Lank
Edwards; "I'll kill him myself afore that happens."
The party now remained silent for a while, and watched the prisoners who
had just been brought in to see what would be done with them.
They saw Kanka go up to them, and after she had held a rather lengthy
conversation with the pair they were released, much to the astonishment
of our friends.
Doc Clancy and the other man walked about with expressions of
satisfaction on their faces.
The idea of getting married to as many wives as they wanted, and living
a life of idleness, evidently pleased them.
A few minutes after their release they saw Van and his companions for
the first time.
Their looks of satisfaction suddenly changed, and they showed signs of
uneasiness.
Van made up his mind to keep a strict watch upon Doc Clancy, for fear
the villain might get an opportunity to murder him.
Meanwhile Kanka had issued orders for all the inhabitants of the valley
to assemble in a large field, for the purpose of allowing the eight male
strangers to pick out wives.
It took a couple of hours to get them all together, and when the lines
had finally been formed, Kanka summoned Van and his companions to her
side.
"See here," said Jack Howard, turning his eyes upon the leader of the
Amazons, "isn't this a rather queer way of doing business?"
"Why so?" demanded Kanka.
"Don't you think you had better find out if we all want wives before you
go any further?"
The woman looked at him in mute astonishment as he uttered the words.
"Why, surely you are all willing to marry," she gasped.
"I am not, for one," returned Jack.
"And I would rather die first!" exclaimed Joe, with flashing eyes.
"You kin count me out, too," chimed in Lank Edwards.
"Same here," echoed Dr. Pestle.
"I wouldn't think of such a thing," observed our hero.
"Well, I suppose I will have to do as my friends do," said Prof.
Drearland; "although I don't think it a half bad idea to marry."
"You shut up, professor," Jack exclaimed. "You have got a wife in
England, you know you have."
"I shan't say any more," returned the professor meekly.
For the space of five minutes Kanka gazed at our friends with a mingled
look of rage and surprise on her face.
Presently she spoke.
"Do you know what will happen if you don't marry?" she said.
"Yes," returned Jack, growing the least bit reckless.
"What?"
"Well, if we don't marry, we certainly won't have any wives!"
"More than that will happen. You will all be thrown into the burning pit
under the mountain."
The face of the woman now grew as black as a thundercloud.
Placing her hand at her belt, she seized a small whistle.
She was about to place it to her lips when Jack Howard suddenly drew his
revolver and leveled it at her heart.
"Blow that whistle and you are a dead woman!" he exclaimed.
Evidently the woman was acquainted with the nature of firearms, for her
face turned deadly pale and the whistle dropped from her hands.
"What would you do?" she demanded, hoarsely.
"I would kill you, as sure as fate," was the reply. "Now, then, we are
going to leave this valley. We will take a trip to the land of your
people and see what sort they are. Don't attempt to oppose us, for if
you do you will be the first one to die."
Jack's words had their effect upon the woman. She was completely cowed,
and did not utter a word of protest.
"Draw your revolvers," said the young Englishman, turning to his
companions. "We will leave at once. There are six of us, and if these
women attempt to bar our way, shoot them down as though they were so
many savages."
The next instant twelve revolvers flashed in the sunlight from as many
hands.
It was at this state of affairs that a wild howl went up from a crowd of
women about a hundred yards distant.
Glancing in the direction it came from, our friends beheld the forms of
Doc Clancy and his pal seated astride a pair of horses, and galloping
swiftly over the level country in the direction of the forest.
The two villains, thinking that Van and his friends were going to stop a
while in the valley, deemed it advisable to get out.
They watched their opportunity, and, catching a couple of horses,
mounted them and made off.
The Amazons were in a great state of excitement over this, and the
majority of the assembled crowd promptly started in pursuit.
Kanka at once rushed away, leaving our friends standing alone where they
were.
"This is our opportunity!" exclaimed Van. "There are some horses grazing
over there; let's catch enough for our use and follow Doc Clancy."
"That is just what we will do," returned Jack Howard. "Come on, all of
you!"
The next moment they were hurrying toward the horses.
The animals were very tame, and they managed to catch what they wanted
before any of the Amazons reached them.
Each horse had a tough vine about its neck, and, placing this between
their teeth, they managed to form a rude bridle and bit.
A minute more and they had mounted, and were riding away with the speed
of the wind.
The Amazons mounted, too, and started in pursuit; but they were poor
riders, and our little party of explorers soon outdistanced them.
In less than half an hour they reached a heavily timbered forest, and
the strange horde of women were soon lost to sight.
The trail made by Doc Clancy and his companion was a very plain one; Van
led the way, following it in every turn.
About noon they came to a halt near a stream of running water to give
the horses a rest.
Van and Jack shot some game, while the rest of the party busied
themselves in constructing better bridles for their horses.
Two hours later they started out again, following the trail as before.
Just before nightfall they arrived at the bank of a river, which was
fully half a mile in width.
As they looked about them the country showed signs of being inhabited,
as fastened to the bank were a number of rafts formed by felled trees
tied together by tough vines.
"I wonder if we haven't struck the country the Amazons told us about,"
remarked Van.
"I shouldn't be surprised," returned the professor. "I shall make a note
of this, for it is truly wonderful to find rafts of timber in the heart
of this wild country."
While the professor was jotting down his notes the rest of the party
were carefully scrutinizing the river.
Presently they were startled to see one of the timber rafts drifting
swiftly down the center of the stream.
Upon it were two men and a pair of horses.
A single glance sufficed to show that the men were Doc Clancy and his
villainous companion.
At that instant a puff of smoke came from the raft, followed instantly
by the report of a rifle; Van clapped his hand to the side of his head
and tumbled headlong from the back of his horse.