The consternation produced by this flight of "invisible spears" was perfectly indescribable.

With a series of appalling yells the enemy turned and fled pell-mell.

My men gave chase, and wounded many of them.

In the midst of the rout (the ruling thought being always uppermost), it occurred to me that it might be a useful stroke of business to make friends with this vanquished tribe, since they might possibly be of service to me in that journey to civilisation, the idea of which I never really abandoned from the day I was cast upon my little sand-spit.

Furthermore, it flashed across my mind that if I made these nomadic tribes interested in me and my powers, news of my isolation might travel enormous distances inland--perhaps even to the borders of civilisation itself.
I communicated my ideas to my men, and they promptly entered into my views.