He put his fingers to his lips,
then hastily cut them loose from the ropes of bamboo, and helped them to
their feet.
"Can you walk?" he whispered to Mrs. Llyn. She nodded assent, and
braced herself. "Then here," he said, "is a pistol. Come quickly. We
may have to fight our way out. Don't be afraid to fire, but take good
aim first. I have some men in the wood beyond where you shot the
native," he added to Sheila. "They'll come at once if I call, or a shot
is fired. Keep your heads, and we shall be all right. They're a
dangerous crew, but we'll beat them this time. Come quickly."
Presently they were in the refectory, and a moment after that they were
over the stones, and near the entrance, and then a native appeared,
armed. Without an instant's hesitation Dyck ran forward, and as he
entered, put his sword into the man's vitals, and he fell, calling out as
he fell.
"The rest will be on us now," said Dyck, "and we must keep going."
Three more natives appeared, and he shot two.
Catching a pistol from Sheila he aimed at the third native and wounded
him, but did not kill him.
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