Then without waiting to be asked, he said: "Savage is dead," and paused a while as though some awful recollection overcame him.

"Listen," he went on presently.

"We worked up the hill-side without firing, although we saw plenty of partridges and one buck, till just as twilight was closing in, we came to the cliff face.
Here we perceived a track that ran to the mouth of a narrow cave or tunnel in the lava rock of the precipice, which looked quite unclimbable.

While we were wondering what to do, eight or ten white-robed men appeared out of the shadows and seized us before we could make any resistance.

After talking together for a little they took away our guns and pistols, with which some of them disappeared.