When he shouted at them, however, they scuttled off as fast as their long legs permitted.
The time that followed was an age to Dick, who could not think of a thing to do. But he did think of something else—snakes—and wondered if any were at hand.
"If they come this way I'll be a goner!" he shuddered. Then he raised his voice and called out, not once, but again and again, until his throat grew husky from his exertions.
At last he heard an answering shout and his heart gave a bound of joy. But then it sank almost as much as before, as he saw Joseph Farvel approaching, accompanied by one of his black guides.
"Who calls?" cried Farvel, and then caught sight of him. "You!"
"Yes, Farvel. Please help me out of this?"
"How did you get into such a box?"
"I tried to pass over the moss, not dreaming of what was underneath. Will you help me?"
"Where are your companions?"
"I left them at the camp where you first saw us?"
"I don't mean the boys. I mean Robert Menden and those who went off with him."
"I don't know where they are."
"Where did they go yesterday afternoon?"
"I don't know."
