CHAPTER XV.
FROM ONE DIFFICULTY TO ANOTHER.
To become lost was bad enough; to be suspected of starting a fire such as that which now roared before us was much worse. Each of us looked at the others in alarm.
"If that's the case, I think we had better get out," I said. "Why, these people may become enraged enough to kill us."
"You make fire!" screamed one elderly female, a short woman weighing all of two hundred pounds. "You make fire! Lokuli! Ahaoah!"
"They don't capture us again!" cried Oliver. "Come on, fellows; we must get back to the horses on the double-quick!"
He led the way and we ranged up beside him. No sooner had we started off than the Kanakas set up a cry that could be heard a quarter of a mile. Some of the females started to run after us, but soon gave up the chase.
"Are they coming?" queried Dan, as we bounded over the grassy plain in the direction of the rocky crag, below which the horses were stationed.
"I see two men," I answered, looking back.
"And two more are behind the first couple,"
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