The mucker sprang to his feet with an oath, and would have bolted for the village had not Theriere laid a detaining hand upon his shoulder.

“It is too late, my friend,” he said sadly, “to make haste now.  We may, if we are cautious, be able to save her life, and later, possibly, avenge her wrong.  Let us act coolly, and after some manner of plan, so that we may work together, and not throw our lives away uselessly.  The chance is that neither of us will come out of that village alive, but we must minimize that chance to the utmost if we are to serve Miss Harding.”

“Well, wot’s de word?” asked the mucker, for he saw that Theriere was right.

“The jungle approaches the village most closely on the opposite side—­the side in rear of the chief’s hut,” pointed out Theriere.  “We must circle about until we can reach that point undetected, then we may formulate further plans from what our observations there develop.”

“An’ dis?” Byrne shoved a thumb at Oda Iseka.

“We’ll take him with us—­it wouldn’t be safe to let him go now.”

“Why not croak him?” suggested Byrne.

“Not unless we have to,” replied Theriere; “he’s just a boy—­we’ll doubtless have all the killing we want among the men before we get out of this.”

“I never did have no use fer Chinks,” said the mucker, as though in extenuation of his suggestion that they murder the youth.  For some unaccountable reason he had felt a sudden compunction because of his thoughtless remark.  What in the world was coming over him, he wondered.  He’d be wearing white pants and playing lawn tennis presently if he continued to grow much softer and more unmanly.

So the three set out through the jungle, following a trail which led around to the north of the village.  Theriere walked ahead with the boy’s arm in his grasp.  Byrne followed closely behind.  They reached their destination in the rear of Oda Yorimoto’s “palace” without interruption or detection.  Here they reconnoitered through the thick foliage.

“Dere’s a little winder in de back of de house,” said Byrne.  “Dat must be where dem guys cooped up de little broiler.”

“Yes,” said Theriere, “it would be in the back room which the boy described.  First let’s tie and gag this young heathen, and then we can proceed to business without fear of alarm from him,” and the Frenchman stripped a long, grass rope from about the waist of his prisoner, with which he was securely trussed up, a piece of his loin cloth being forced into his mouth as a gag, and secured there by another strip, torn from the same garment, which was passed around the back of the boy’s head.

“Rather uncomfortable, I imagine,” commented Theriere; “but not particularly painful or dangerous—­and now to business!”

“I’m goin’ to make a break fer dat winder,” announced the mucker, “and youse squat here in de tall grass wid yer gat an’ pick off any fresh guys dat get gay in back here.  Den, if I need youse you can come a-runnin’ an’ open up all over de shop wid de artillery, or if I gets de lizzie outen de jug an’ de Chinks push me too clost youse’ll be here where yeh can pick ’em off easy-like.”