Suddenly a shout in the camp attracted his attention, and looking back he beheld the savage on Charlie's back turning to fly.

Next moment he was off and away far beyond the hope of recovery.

Dick had left his rifle in the camp, otherwise the savage would have gone but a short way.

As it was, Dick returned, and sitting down on a mound of grass, stared straight before him with a feeling akin to despair.

Even Crusoe could not have helped him had he been there, for nothing on four legs, or on two, could keep pace with Charlie.
The Banattee achieved this feat by adopting a stratagem which invariably deceives those who are ignorant of their habits and tactics.