2QO LIVELY TIMES. 



With the flight of the boys, all occasion for the men to linger was gone, though 

 Jack Harvey longed to open on the savages and fight them single-handed. 



It was such a vivid reminder of old times with Geronimo, Naiche and their 

 Apaches, that the impulse was well-nigh resistless. 



But Mr. Godkin kept cool and devoted all his energies to extricating his friend 

 from a situation wherein it looked as if death was inevitable. 



"Get away, Jack !" he shouted, he and Pongo being a considerable distance 

 behind him ; " they will fill you full of their poisoned assagais." 



The Texan's headlong impetuosity drew the whole attention of the Korahs, for 

 the moment, upon him. Mr. Godkin and the Bushman were safe. All they had 

 to do was to wheel and follow the lads. But they could not desert their brave 

 friend in his extremity. 



At the moment when despair was in the heart of the director, and while Pongo 

 was balancing one of his boomerangs, uncertain at which particular foe to launch 

 it, they saw Jack go forward on his horse. 



" He is killed ! he is killed ! " moaned Mr. Godkin. 



"No; ain't hurt see! look !" said the Bushrnan, forgetting, in his excite- 

 ment, to make use of his novel weapon. 



The Texan had wheeled his mustang to one side at the instant he threw him- 

 self forward, and, before even his friends suspected his purpose, he seized a Korab 

 child and raised it in front of his body as a shield. 



The chief uttered a cry of anguish ; it was his own daughter, and he read the 

 meaning of the action. 



At that cry, every upraised arm was lowered, and the assagais that were about 

 to be hurled at the body of the brave white man were suspended motionless. 



Jack spoke to his horse, which turned in the direction of his friends, and broke 

 into a gallop. The intrepid rider leaned over, but held the child with a grip of 

 iron, so that any javelin launched at him was certain to bury itself in the little one's 

 body. 



A brief ride, and the safety point was reached. Then Jack slackened the pace 

 of his mustang and gently placed the unharmed child on the ground. A minute 

 later he joined his friends. 



" Dick," said he, sharply, " where is that wagon-cover ? " 



" I left it in the hut," was the reply. 



"I'll be hanged if I don't get it ! " 



And before any one could prevent him, he wheeled about and dashed back 

 toward the native village. 



