As soon as they saw him, the bloodthirsty villains rushed at him, and threw three dowaks, which he luckily dodged; when fortunately one of the natives recognized him (having seen Jemmy at Mount Elain when a little boy), and called to the others not to harm him.

Seeing Jemmy running towards the horses, Mr.
Monger and I thought it was time to retire, as we saw the mistake we had made in leaving the horses.

The thickets being dense, we had difficulty in finding the horses quickly.

On reaching them Mr.Monger found he had dropped his revolver.

Had not Jemmy been recognized, I feel sure we should have had bloodshed, and might probably have lost our lives.
Mounting the horses, we advanced towards the natives, and had a short talk with one of them who came to speak to Jemmy.