In the Depths of the Dark Continent; or, The Vengeance of Van Vincent
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CHAPTER XII.
A HORRIBLE FATE.
We must now turn our attention to Jack Howard and the boy, Joe, and seewhat became of them.
The pair were half stunned from the fall from their horses, and beforethey could collect their scattered senses they had a vague idea of beingpicked up and carried away.
Jack was the first to recover the full use of his faculties, and when hedid so he found himself in Stygian darkness.
A dozen pairs of arms were clasped about his body, it seemed, and he wasbeing whisked swiftly along in a direction that was unknown to him.
Neither he nor Joe had as yet seen what sort of looking fellows theircaptors were, so, of course, they had not the remotest idea as to whowere carrying them off.
Jack heard a series of doglike noises all around him, and he came to theconclusion that it must be a gang of some mysterious animals who werecarrying him to their den.
The brave young Englishman determined to make a desperate effort toescape from them.
Exerting all his strength, he strove to free himself.
But he soon found it to be utterly useless. The more he struggled, thetighter the clutch became about his body.
And Joe! The delicate, little fellow was so badly frightened at hismysterious capture that he fainted.
In a very few minutes Jack beheld a light ahead of him, and in a shortspace of time he was able to see about him fairly well.
When he found that his captors were such little fellows, he again made awild effort to free himself.
But, as before, it was of no avail.
Jack concluded not to waste his strength any further, but to wait for amore fitting opportunity.
About ten minutes after he reached this conclusion, the dwarfs came to ahalt, and he was deposited upon the ground.
But before he was allowed to rise to his feet his hands were securelytied behind him.
Joe, who had not yet recovered from his faint, was also securely bound.
Jack found that he was in a small cave, which appeared to be situated ina vast cavern.
In front of its opening a fire was burning, and around this those whohad brought him there were seated.
The young man soon saw that the cave was reserved solely for the use ofJoe and himself, for the dwarfs all remained outside near the fire.
Knowing it was useless to attempt to escape, Jack sat down near themouth of the cave and watched his captors to see what they were doing.
In a few minutes Joe came to himself, and crept to the side of hisfriend.
Jack explained their situation as best he could, and then said:
"There is one thing in our favor, and that is they haven't taken ourweapons from us. I want you to crawl behind me, Joe, and see if youcan't gnaw loose the bonds that hold my hands together. If you can do itI will set you free then; and we will then open fire on these littlesavages and run for it."
"All right," replied the boy, "I'll do my best."
He crept behind Jack and began the task allotted to him, which he foundwould be a difficult one, as the thongs which bound them were ofleather.
Meanwhile the dwarfs, who had evidently been holding a consultation inregard to their prisoners, suddenly arose to their feet and begansinging a weird chant in their queer language.
The moment they began it others came hurrying to the spot, and in fiveminutes' time it seemed as though there must be fully five hundredcongregated about.
The noise they made was not so very loud, but it was mournful, andreminded Jack of the howling of a dog.
"What do you suppose they are making that awful noise for?" whisperedJoe, resting from his gnawing task for a moment.
"I don't know," returned Jack, in his restless way, "unless they aresinging our funeral hymn."
Joe made no reply, but again tackled the leather thongs with his sharpteeth.
He must have made an extraordinary effort, for in less than a minuteJack felt that his hands were free.
"Good!" he exclaimed. "Now, turn your back toward me, and I'll set youfree in short order."
Carefully drawing his knife from his belt, he was as good as his word,and the next minute the two captives were standing upright in the cavewith a revolver in either hand.
But the dwarfs paid no attention to them whatever. They still kept uptheir weird chant, and had now formed themselves into a procession andwere marching about in every conceivable shape.
When the bulk of the crowd had moved a few yards from the mouth of thecave, Jack concluded it was time for them to step out.
"Come, Joe," said he, coolly; "we'll have to be going now. Our friendswon't know what to make of our long absence."
Joe looked at his companion with a glance of admiration in his largeeyes, and then followed him from the cave.
This seemed to be just exactly what the dwarfs wanted them to do, forthe moment they stepped from the cave a double line on either siderushed up and completely surrounded them.
Both captives were too much surprised at the unexpected turn of affairs,and before they were scarcely aware of it they were tightly hemmed inlike a wedge in a block.
Their arms were forced to their sides, though both still clutched theirrevolvers.
Jack had been in many a crowd in various cities throughout the world,but never had he been subjected to such a tight squeeze as the dwarfsforced him to undergo.
Joe, who was delicate, anyhow, was nearly crushed.
Presently the crowd began to move, and Jack and Joe were carried alongwithout making a single effort.
Slowly they proceeded, and at length entered a dark passage.
"I say!" exclaimed Jack, "where are you taking us to, I'd like to know?"
The only reply he got was a fresh burst of the chant they had beensinging, which sounded worse than ever in the narrow passage.
The two were forced along for perhaps a hundred feet in the same slowmanner, and then a wild rush suddenly took place.
Pell-mell went the crowd of dwarfs, and, of course, Jack and Joe had togo with them.
The next thing Jack knew he felt himself going downward, and then hefetched up sprawling on a smooth, rocky floor.
The young Englishman was so badly dazed that it was a minute or twobefore he could arise to his feet.
He was in total darkness, and could not hear a sound beyond the beatingof his heart, which was now throbbing away like a triphammer.
"Joe!" he called. "I say, Joe, where are you?"
But there was no response.
Jack now became very uneasy.
He was more frightened than he had ever been in his whole life before.
There was something so weird and mysterious about his situation that hewas completely unnerved.
Suddenly it occurred to him to light a match.
With trembling hands he did so.
The first objects to meet his gaze were his revolvers lying at his feet.
He promptly picked them up and placed them in his belt.
"I wonder what has become of Joe?" he muttered. "Poor boy! I don't wantto see any harm come to him, and I shan't, either, if I can help it. Butthis is enough to scare the life out of a little fellow like him. Iwonder...."
At that instant a shrill scream rang out, and Jack started as though hehad been shot.
Turning quickly, he held the still burning match in front of him, andbeheld a startling, not to say horrible, sight.
Crawling over the ground, a few feet from him, was a monstrous creatureresembling a crab!
But that was not the worst of it. Joe was gripped firmly in its hugeclaws.