Nevertheless, the _Jane_ being boarded by the swarming islanders, her defenders were massacred, and she was set on fire.
Finally a terrific explosion took place--the fire had reached the powder store--killing a thousand natives and mutilating as many more, while the others fled, uttering the cry of _tekeli-li! tekeli-li!_ During the following week, Arthur Pym and Dirk Peters, living on nuts and bitterns' flesh, escaped discovery by the natives, who did not suspect their presence.

They found themselves at the bottom of a sort of dark abyss including several planes, but without issue, hollowed out from the hillside, and of great extent.

The two men could not live in the midst of these successive abysses, and after several attempts they let themselves slide on one of the slopes of the hill.

Instantly, six savages rushed upon them; but, thanks to their pistols, and the extraordinary strength of the half-breed, four of the assailants were killed.

The fifth was dragged away by the fugitives, who reached a boat which had been pulled up on the beach and was laden with three huge turtles.