Part 60 (2/2)

Every now and then he turned to speak volubly, but though he interpolated a few English words, his estures and the warnings nature kept giving of danger

For every here and there, as they wound in and out around was hot; and as the pressure of the foot sent hissing forth a jet of steaht or left of the narrow track ed into a pool of heated mud of unknown depth

In other places the hot , and bursting with faint cracks that were terribly suggestive of danger

Over these heated spots the fertility and growth of the plants was astounding They see up out of a natural hothouse, but where to attempt to pass them meant a terrible and instant death

”Look out, Mas' Don! This here's what I once heard a clown say, 'It's dangerous to be safe' I say, figgerhead, arn't there no other way?”

”shi+p! Men! Catchee, catchee,” said Ngati, in a whisper

”Hear that, Mas' Don? Any one'd think as babbies Ketchy, ketchy, indeed! You ask hi in a place that's like so much hot soup”

”Be quiet, and follow Hist! Hark!”

Don stopped short, for, from a distance, came a faint hail, followed by another nearer, which seemed to be in answer

”They're arter us, sir, and if we're to be ketched I don'tto do, Je his bundled-up clothes, and preparing to sit down, ”make myself look like an ornery Chrishtun”

”Don't sit down there, Je cry at the same moment, and started back

But they were too late, for Jereen mossy and ferny patch, and plumped himself down, to utter a cry of horror, and snatch at the extended hands For the green ferny patch was a thin covering over a noiso ed out

”Fah!” ejaculated Jeh o' this place Nice sort o' spot this would be to turn a donkey out to graze Why, you wouldn't find nothing but the tips of his ears to- out, and was answered in two places

”I say, Mas' Don, they're hunting for us, and we shall have to run”

He ati shook his head, and pointed onward

They followed on, listening to the shouts, which careat buttress of lava, and entered a wild, narrow, forbidding-looking chased masses of rock were piled up several hundred feet, and reen ferns

”Look's daati led thean to cli him, till he reached a shelf about a hundred feet up, and beckoned to the of a shi+p, and want us to set sail?” gru there?”

The chief staht them to his side

He pointed to a hole in the face of the precipice, and signed to the, and then clapping his hand to his ear as a distant hail cales to the beach

”He wants us to hide here, Jem,” said Don; and he went up to the entrance and looked in A hot, steae lownoise fell upon his ear, followed by a faint whistle, that was strongly suggestive of so