I had fallen twice: each disaster being announced by a shout of vindictive triumph, from the bloodhounds behind.

To add to my distress, I now saw, with utter dismay, that Mr.Tarrant, and the man with the instruments, unconscious of the fact that I had been speared, and therefore believing that I could make good my escape, were moving off towards the boat.

I gave up all hope, and with that rapid glance at the past, which in such an hour crowds the whole history of life upon the mind, and one brief mental act of supplication or rather submission to Him in whose hands are the issues of life and death, I prepared for the last dread struggle.
NARROW ESCAPE FROM DEATH.
At that moment the attention of the retreating party was aroused by a boat approaching hastily from the ship; the first long, loud, wild shriek of the natives having most providentially apprised those on board of our danger.

They turned and perceived that I was completely exhausted.

I spent the last struggling energy I possessed to join them.