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Walter came to his senses he found himself in utter darkness. His head ached as if it would split open, and there were sharp, shooting pains, down his back. He lay on a dirt flooring, and his hands and feet were tightly bound with ropes made of tough tropical vines.

"Where in the world am I? How did I come here?" Such were the first questions which he asked himself. He thought of the awful storm and of how he and Si had been pitched around. Was this the end of that adventure and was he in some cave at the bottom of the ocean?

A memory of those ferocious-looking faces so close to his own aroused him, and then he remembered how he had been seized and thrown down, and he gave a deep shudder. He was in the hands of the enemy!

"A prisoner!" he groaned, half aloud. "And