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Martin Rattler

CHAPTER XVIII
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Knowing that it was absolutely impossible to escape, he sat quietly down on a stone, rested his chin on his hands, heaved one or two deep sighs, and thereafter seemed to be nothing more than an ebony statue.
The ransacking of the canoe and appropriating of its contents occupied the savages but a short time, after which they packed everything up in small bundles, which they strapped upon their backs.

Then, making signs to their prisoners to rise, they all marched away into the forest.

Just as they were departing, Marmoset, observing that she was about to be left behind, uttered a frantic cry, which brought Grampus gambolling to her side.

With an active bound the monkey mounted its charger, and away they went into the forest in the track of the band of savages.
During the first part of their march Martin and Barney were permitted to walk beside each other, and they conversed in low, anxious tones.
"Surely," said Barney, as they marched along surrounded by Indians, "thim long poles the savages have got are not spears; I don't see no point to them." "And what's more remarkable," added Martin, "is that they all carry quivers full of arrows, but none of them have bows." "There's a raison for iverything," said Barney, pointing to one of the Indians in advance; "that fellow explains the mystery." As he spoke, the savage referred to lowered the pole, which seemed to be about thirteen feet long, and pushing an arrow into a hole in the end of it, applied it to his mouth.

In another moment the arrow flew through the air and grazed a bird that was sitting on a branch hard by.
"Tis a blow-pipe, and no mistake!" cried Barney.
"And a poisoned arrow, I'm quite sure," added Martin; "for it only ruffled the bird's feathers, and see, it has fallen to the ground." "Och, then, but we'd have stood a bad chance in a fight, if thim's the wipons they use.


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