ey did not see cause to
interfere, but remained for a few minutes almost amused spectators of
the scene, being utterly ignorant, of course, as to the purport of their
dispute. Suddenly, to their great surprise, they beheld the two men
leap into the air; the supposed dead body sprang up, and, before either
savage could use his weapons, each received a strong British fist
between his eyes and measured his length on the sward, while the
conqueror sprang over them into the bush and disappeared.

"Man alive!" exclaimed Larry, "if it isn't Bukkie Whangy himself! Och,
the murtherin' daimons!"

With that Larry leaped over the bushes flourishing his club and yelling
like a very savage. But Will Osten was before him. Both savages had
risen immediately after being knocked down, and now faced their new
enemies. They were no match for them. Being expert in all athletic
exercises, young Osten found no difficulty in felling the first of the
men, while Larry disposed of the other with equal celerity. The
Irishman's blood had fired at the thought of the narrow escape of his
deliverer, and, still whirling his club round his head, he looked about
eagerly as if desirous of finding another foe on whom to expend his
fury. At that moment he caught sight of a pair of savage eyes gleaming
at him from the bushes.

"Hah! ye dirty polecat," he cried, throwing his club at the eyes with
all his force.

Never was there a worse aim or a better shot! The club flew high into
the air and would have fallen some fifty yards or more wide of the mark,
had it not touched the limb of a tree in passing. It glanced obliquely
down, and, striking the owner of the eyes between the shoulders felled
him to the earth.

Larry sprang upon him with a yell of triumph, but the yell was changed
into a howl of consternation when he made the discovery that he had
knocked down, if not killed, one of the principal chiefs of the village!
To say that poor O'Hale wrung his hands, and wished bad luck to
fightin' in general, and to himself in particular, gives but a feeble
idea of the distress of his mind at this untoward event.

"D'ye think I've kilt him intirely, doctor dear?" he asked of Will
Osten, who was on his knees beside the fallen chief examining his hurt.

"No, not quite. See, he breathes a little. Come, Larry, the moment he
shows symptoms of reviving we must bolt. Of course he knows who knocked
him down, and will never forgive us."

"That's true, O