THE POISONED DARTS
It was after a brief, hurried conversation that Dave and Daley began an
inspection of their surroundings.
"You ask what next?" said Dave, stirring about to ease his cramped limbs
and snapping a match. "I think we had first better learn the condition
of the enemy."
"Hey, don't do that, lad!" called out Daley quickly, as Dave moved as if
to open the barred door and peer out.
"There's no other way of finding out what we want to know," said Dave.
"Yes, there is!" declared Daley. "I just saw a ladder in a corner here.
It leads to the roof, I think."
"Try it and see," suggested Dave, which they did.
"All right," announced Daley, as they came out on a square roof like a
platform, "we can get a famous idea of the rights of things from here."
Dave surveyed the prospect in great curiosity. The roof resembled an
arsenal. There were hundreds and hundreds of all kinds of spears,
pikes, and darts.
Some were made up in bundles, some were leaning against the rising
parapet as if slanted to catch the sunlight. In the center of the roof
was a little raised platform. This held a lot of spears and darts, the
heads resting in a big flat bowl full of some dark-colored liquid.
"There they are," announced Dave, glancing down at the spot where they
had last seen his recent captors.
Daley, too, viewed the quartette. Two of them had fully recovered from
their injuries. One was squatted on the ground, holding his head between
his knees and rocking to and fro and moaning.
The fourth lay flat on the ground, still insensible, but the two able
natives were rubbing him to restore him to consciousness.
"We're safe enough here," remarked Daley, with some satisfaction. "They
can't possibly get in--they won't try."
"No, we seem to have a whole armory at our disposal," said Dave.
"Stoodles taught me to use the dart pretty well."
"We could hold those fellows at bay for a long time."
"Just so," nodded Dave, "provided we are not starved out. You know it
is folly to think of staying here if we can possibly get away. They
would soon bring an army to surround us, and then all chances of escape
would be gone."
"I knocked them out once," said Daley. "We'll try it again if you say
so. It would be equal chances if those two cowards, Jones and Lewis,
hadn't shown the white feather, after promising to join me and help me.
The minute I pointed out the natives here to them, they cut stick for
dear life."
"Well, they must take care of themselves, after this. Wait, we won't
venture out yet, Mr. Daley. See, the fellows have got in trim to
challenge us."
The four natives were now fully recovered from Daley's vigorous
onslaught, it seemed.
They consulted and chattered, with frequent glances up at the enemy in
possession of their stronghold.
One of them, evidently the leader of the group, worked himself up into a
perfect fever of excitement and rage.
He approached nearer to the hut and shouted up a loud rigmarole to Dave
and Daley. Suddenly wheeling around, he seized a dart from the heap on
the litter.
So rapid and expert was he that even though the man dodged, it pierced
Daley's cap through and through, showing its tremendous force by
carrying the headgear fully twenty feet beyond the roof of the hut.
"Aha, two can play at that game, my friend," said Daley.
He seized a dart and hurled it back at the men. They laughed at him
derisively as it struck the ground lightly and harmlessly beyond them.
Even Dave had to smile at the sailor's sheer clumsiness.
Now the refugees had to duck down frequently, for all four of the
natives began to shower the darts at them.
"I will try a hand," suggested Dave at last. "These on this little
platform seem better made than the others. Hi-aa-ooa!" yelled Dave,
standing up and poising the dart. He used the great war-cry of the
tribe that Pat Stoodles had taught him in a moment of leisure.
The minute Dave raised the weapon a frightful uproar arose from the four
men. Their eyes seemed fixed in horror on the poised dart. Like
lightning they turned. In a flash they took to the nearest covert and
hid themselves.
"Well, well!" cried the amused Daley, "that's a sudden change of front.
Lad, there's some meaning to that move."
"Why, yes," said Dave thoughtfully; "they acted as if they were scared
to death. I wonder why?"
He paused and turned the dart over in his hand, studying it critically.
"Say, Mr. Daley," he observed, "do you suppose this is some peculiar
kind of a weapon that they attach taboo or some of their queer
outlandish superstitions to?"
"Drop it!" all of a sudden almost screamed Daley.
He dashed the dart from the hands of his companion in a most startling
way.
"Why, Mr. Daley----" began Dave in astonishment.
"Don't you ever go to feeling the points of those darts again, boy,"
said Daley seriously. "Look here."
He drew Dave nearer to the little platform in the center of the roof.
"I've guessed it out," said Daley. "Yes, it must be so. See that
liquid stuff the dart heads are resting in--see the rattlesnake heads in
a heap yonder?"
"Why," exclaimed Dave comprehendingly; "poison!"
"Poison of the most deadly kind, lad!" declared Daley. "We've got them
now. They won't dare to show their heads as long as we shake one of
those poisoned darts at them. Only be careful how you handle them. They
are sure, sudden death. One of the _Raven_ crew was struck with one of
them in an attack the first time we landed here. He died in an hour."
The camp-fire burned down gradually. Their enemies remained under cover.
The clouds grew heavier, and there was finally no moonlight or other
illumination of the scene.
"It will be daylight soon," remarked Dave, after a long spell of
silence. "Mr. Daley, we mustn't stay here."
"Right, mate. I've been thinking of that myself."
"See here," said Dave, going to the remotest corner of the roof away
from the front of the hut. "There's a tree with some branches in reach.
Let us take that route. The trees are thick, clear over to what looks
like some kind of a corral yonder."
"An excellent idea," voted Daley. "Well, try it, lad."
Dave's suggestion was a pronounced success. They got to the first tree,
to a second, to a third. Apparently their escape was unobserved by the
natives.
"We're safe enough now," said Daley. "I say, lad, look down. Whatever
are those queer-looking animals?"
"Horses," said Dave, straining his gaze at a kind of corral, inside of
which half a dozen animals were tethered.
"They don't look United States like," observed Daley.
"No; they are called _dadons_. They are very rare here, Stoodles told
me. I never saw but one before."
"Suppose----" began Daley, descending to the ground. Then suddenly he
exclaimed: "They're after us!"
From the nearest bushes some darts cut the air as the two refugees
reached the ground. The next moment, showing that they had been aware of
their movements all along and were awaiting just this opportunity to
attack them, the four weapon-makers burst into view.
"Run for it!" shouted Daley.
"This way," directed Dave, dashing towards the corral. "Out with your
knife, Mr. Daley. Cut the tether of one of those _dadons_. I'll do the
same. We may escape those natives yet."