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Ashati and Neram kept as far away from her as they could, crowding against each other to avoid contact with the “witch” whose name spread terror through all that region. Why had she fled from the island where she had so long held sway? Why had her formerly submissive slaves turned against her? Bomba longed to question ...
Bidding them stay where they were, Bomba penetrated some distance into the jungle to see if he could pick up the trail of Hondura and his party. He had not gone far before he began to sniff. He smelled smoke. His eyes followed the indications of his nostrils, and he finally caught sight of a shred of smoke rising above...
Reassured now, but still not abandoning his habitual caution, he moved forward until from the shelter of a bush he could see encamped in a clearing, while they prepared their midday meal, a large party of natives, evidently on the warpath, as they were armed to the teeth. He knew them at once. They were the Araos comin...
They crowded about him with every manifestation of delight, overwhelming him with questions. And cries of joy went up as Bomba, in as few words as possible, told them what had happened and that Hondura with the ex-captives must be close at hand and coming to meet them. Instantly their meal was forgotten as they gathere...
“It was good of Grico to keep these for Bomba till he should come back again,” said the boy in the friendliest of tones, as he stowed away the treasures in his pouch. His look was so kindly, so innocent, that Grico did not know what to do or say. Ordinarily this would have meant a fight. But Grico knew that Bomba was a...
“Y--yes,” he stammered. “Grico found them in the jungle and kept them for Bomba.” “Grico did well, and Bomba will not forget,” said the lad gravely. It was arranged hastily that Bomba should go back and get his companions and then join the war party as they went forward to meet their chief. Ashati and Neram greeted Bom...
It was difficult to get her to her feet at all, but the need was urgent and Bomba put his strong arm under hers, and with Ashati and Neram made as good time as possible in the direction of the line of march. Luckily, their journey was not prolonged, for before an hour had passed a joyous hubbub not far ahead told them ...
The result of the powwow was that the natives formed themselves into two bands. One, consisting of picked warriors under the leadership of Lodo, with Grico as his lieutenant, proceeded toward the Giant Cataract to give battle to the headhunters and remove forever, if possible, that menace to the peaceful tribes of the ...
Bomba had cherished a vague hope that something dramatic would take place when Casson and Sobrinini were brought face to face. He hoped the meeting would unlock the floodgates of memories which they shared in common. But to his bitter disappointment nothing of the kind occurred. Age had changed each so utterly that nei...
Shred by shred, in monosyllables and muttered exclamations, Bomba gathered, as he walked beside Sobrinini’s litter, the reason for her flight from the island. He had already guessed it pretty accurately. Her harsh rule had for a long time galled the natives, who sought an excuse for rebellion. That excuse had been foun...
Then, one evening after supper, he turned to them as they were sitting dreamily in the large room of the little cabin. “Casson!” he said. “Sobrinini! Look upon each other and tell me what you see.” They started at his sharp command, and gazed bewilderedly at him, then at each other. At first there was no recognition, b...
Casson was the first to speak. “Sobrinini!” he cried. “No, that is not Sobrinini. Sobrinini was beautiful. Sobrinini could sing. And yet--and yet----” “Casson!” exclaimed Sobrinini in her turn. “It cannot be Casson. He was young and strong, and his hair was like that of the raven. But I am Sobrinini. I can sing. Listen...
It was weird and uncanny, and Bomba looked on, fascinated yet horrified, until the song ended, the dance stopped, and the aged participants sank trembling in their chairs. “You do know each other!” cried Bomba. “And you know about my father and my mother. Tell me, oh, tell me who they were, where they are! Tell me!” Th...
“But Jojasta is dead!” exclaimed Bomba. “Oh, yes,” replied Casson. “You told me he was dead. Then ask Sobrinini. Nini will know.” In desperation, Bomba turned to the woman. “You tell me,” he begged. “You were going to tell me when Nascanora came. Tell me now!”
“I forget--I forget,” murmured Sobrinini. “I cannot tell you, Bartow.” “I am not Bartow,” said Bomba. “Then you are his ghost,” muttered the crone. “No, no!” cried Bomba. “Look at me. Try to remember.”
She stared at him long and hard. “If you are not Bartow nor Bartow’s ghost, you are his son,” she declared. “Andrew Bartow and Laura--yes, her name was Laura--had a son who was named Bonny. She used to sing to him like this--” and again she crooned the tender cradle song that had stirred Bomba so strangely. She relapse...
“Bonny!” she repeated. “Oh, yes, Bonny was stolen. He was stolen from home by--by--Japazy! That was his name--a half-breed. Japazy hated Bartow and hated Casson, too. I do not know why he hated them. And then--and then--oh, I cannot remember! But ask Japazy--he will know. Look for Japazy on Jaguar Island above the cata...
From the pain and disappointment in his heart Bomba sought relief with his wild friends of the forest. They could always sympathize with his mood and in some degree understand it. To them he talked, and they chattered in reply. And his sore heart was eased in their companionship. One day, when he had been playing his h...
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[Illustration: BOMBA DROPPED FLAT ON THE GROUND Bomba on Jaguar Island Page 144] BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY ON JAGUAR ISLAND OR Adrift on the River of Mystery
BY ROY ROCKWOOD AUTHOR OF “BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY,” “THROUGH THE AIR TO THE NORTH POLE,” “ON A TORN-AWAY WORLD,” ETC. _ILLUSTRATED_ NEW YORK CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY PUBLISHERS BOOKS FOR BOYS
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CUPPLES & LEON CO., Publishers, New York COPYRIGHT, 1927, BY CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY ON JAGUAR ISLAND Printed in U. S. A. CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE I. WHAT THE LIGHTNING REVEALED 1 II. AT GRIPS WITH THE ENEMY 8 III. THE BLAZING CABIN 20
IV. TERRIBLE JAWS 27 V. HOW THE INDIANS CAME 34 VI. THROUGH THE JUNGLE 41 VII. A PERILOUS CROSSING 51
VIII. THE WARNING 59 IX. THE SKELETON 68 X. WRITHING COILS 78 XI. THE TRAILING PUMAS 85
XII. A TERRIFIC BATTLE 99 XIII. IN THE BOA CONSTRICTOR’S FOLDS 107 XIV. EYES THAT GLARED 117 XV. THE RUSHING RIVER 127
XVI. JAGUAR ISLAND 135 XVII. THE HIDDEN LISTENER 143 XVIII. DISCOVERED 151 XIX. IN THE HANDS OF THE TRIBE 157
XX. DAZZLING TREASURE 165 XXI. THE DEEPENING MYSTERY 174 XXII. THE CREEPING DEATH 182 XXIII. THE FIRE STICK SPEAKS 193
XXIV. THE VOLCANO’S ROAR 199 XXV. THE ISLAND SINKS 204 BOMBA THE JUNGLE BOY ON JAGUAR ISLAND CHAPTER I
WHAT THE LIGHTNING REVEALED Bomba crouched beneath the shelter of an overhanging rock, straining his ears for a faint sound not born of the storm. The rain was coming down in a pitiless torrent. The thunder battered against the surrounding hills and went off grumbling into the distance, to be swallowed up in louder det...
Bomba crouched lower beneath the jutting rock and one hand slipped to the belt at his waist, firmly gripping the handle of his razor-edged knife. Whether man, beast or reptile threatened, Bomba was not to be caught off his guard. A crash of thunder that seemed to rip the very heavens asunder, a flash of lightning like ...
The eyes of Bomba, keen as those of the big cats that stalked the jungle, had counted three of these in the brief space of the lightning flash. They stood like naked statues, each gripping a spear, the eyes of each prodding the deeper shadows beneath the overhanging rock. Rage was in the heart of the jungle boy, and fe...
But it was too early yet to think of death. Too long had Bomba braved the perils of the jungle not to know the fleetness of his foot, the sureness of his eye, the strength of his muscles. Bomba had fought the braves of Nascanora’s tribe before; had beaten and outwitted them. He would fight them again, matching his stre...
The advantage so far was Bomba’s. But how long could he hope to retain it? Bomba pushed against the wind almost as against a solid obstacle. It required all his strength to keep his feet. The lightning, that was now almost incessant, filled the forest with weird light, illuminating the tree branches and swaying vines i...
A tree fell with the sound of rending branches directly in front of him. The outflung boughs caught him, swept him backward; castanha nuts pelted about him, now just grazing him and again leaving painful bruises on his body. He freed himself and struggled doggedly onward. It was not far to the hut of Pipina now, but, p...
Another flash illumined the thicket and Bomba saw the ugly head of a jararaca, the rattlesnake of the South American jungle, upraised to strike. As the world was again bathed in blackness the serpent sprang. At the same instant Bomba dodged, his hand darted forward and caught the reptile by the neck. His fingers closed...
“The snake is quick,” said the boy to himself, in justified pride, “but Bomba is quicker.” He plunged forward again, but in a moment stopped, listening intently. What was that? Only the threshing of the rain, the roar of the wind? No, it was different from either of these. It was the sound of one or several bodies pres...
And it was not the body of a jaguar or a puma that was pushing through the thickets. Bomba was familiar enough with the habits of these creatures to know that on a night like this they would remain closely sheltered in their caves. None of them would brave the fury of the elements. Nor was it the odor of animals that w...
He went forward now more slowly, more cautiously, pausing to look about him warily when the lightning illumined the jungle. At one brilliant flash he dropped behind some bushes as though shot. Not more than a dozen yards away three Indians were creeping toward him, spear points lowered, glinting evilly! CHAPTER II
AT GRIPS WITH THE ENEMY Like a flash Bomba leaped to his feet and plunged into the underbrush. He was not a moment too soon! With a yell, the headhunters sprang toward the spot where he had been but a moment before. Had Bomba been on a level plain, he could have laughed at his pursuers, for none of them matched him in ...
Realizing this, Bomba adopted new tactics. With the litheness of a deer he rose in the air, and with a series of successive bounds rapidly increased the distance between him and the enemy. He hurdled the bushes in great leaps while his heavier foes were forcing their way through them. At times he came to places where l...
Turning to the nearest tree, Bomba shinned up it with the agility of a monkey and sought refuge in the thick foliage that hid him from sight, while yet permitting him to see what might be going on below. What was in that tree he did not know. Perhaps a boa constrictor wound about one of the branches. But he must take h...
At last they paused and grouped themselves together for consultation. Bomba’s eyes strained through the darkness, trying to ascertain their number. His ears sought also to get what they were saying. Had it not been for the noise of the tempest, he might have succeeded in this, for he was familiar with most of the diale...
No, they had not gone. Some, perhaps, but not all. A lightning flash more dazzling than any that had gone before rent the darkness of the jungle, flooding it with weird, unearthly light. In that flash Bomba caught sight of several Indians crouched in the vicinity of the tree. There came a rending, splintering crash tha...
Bomba sensed what had happened. There was only one meaning to that scream. “The storm does Bomba’s work better than he can do it himself,” muttered the lad. If he had had any doubt that death had occurred, another flash showed that he had made no mistake. The great tree in falling had caught one of the Indians beneath ...
With Bomba, to think was to act. Reaching out, he clutched a handful of creepers and slid to the ground. He paused a moment to get his direction and then vanished into the underbrush. There was no sign of his foes, and Bomba blessed that lightning stroke that had sent them in panic flight. Not for the next ten minutes ...
Bomba could never remember a time when he had not lived in the jungle. His only companion and guardian was Cody Casson, an aged naturalist, who had withdrawn from civilization and the life of white people to settle in one of the remotest recesses of the Amazonian jungle. Whether he was related to him, Bomba did not kno...
So Bomba roamed the jungle like a young faun at the beginning of the world. His face was as bronzed as that of an Indian from constant exposure to sun and storm. But there was undeniable proof in his features, in his aquiline nose, his firm jaw, his brown hair and eyes, that he was of white blood. He wore the native tu...
How Bomba saved the camp of Gillis and Dorn, rubber hunters, from a night attack by jaguars--how he trapped the deadly cooanaradi, the most dreaded serpent of the South American wilds, when it pursued him; his adventures with alligators and anacondas; the besieging of his cabin by the headhunters; how his friends of th...
And now to return to Bomba as he writhed and struggled to shake himself free from that terrible grip on his throat! He knew that he was fighting for his life. What was it that had waited for him with the stealth of the panther to leap upon him as he passed? That one of the headhunters of the tribe of Nascanora had him ...
Few could break the grip of the jungle Indian. Only those bred as Bomba had been among the very wild beasts of that tangled region could have hoped to free himself of that strangle hold. With a tremendous heave of his powerful young shoulders Bomba flung himself upon his back, the Indian half over him. With frantic fin...
A flash of lightning brighter than the rest showed him the Indian, on whose face was an expression of fiendish gloating. That look was a spur to Bomba’s failing senses. He thought of Casson, left defenseless with Bomba dead, and by a mighty effort raised himself and drove his knee with all his strength into the flesh b...
But quick as he was, Bomba was quicker. He saw the gleam of the Indian’s steel, drew his own machete and with one stroke sent his enemy’s weapon whizzing off into the underbrush. Like a panther, the Indian sprang upon the white boy, and before Bomba could strike home with the machete had seized upon the lad’s hand, str...
For some minutes the fierce struggle went on. Then, with a sudden twist, Bomba broke the Indian’s hold, leaped backward several feet, and threw his machete. It would have found its mark had not the savage fallen forward with the sudden releasing of Bomba’s pressure. The knife grazed his head. Thrown off his balance, th...
THE BLAZING CABIN At such close quarters Bomba could not use his bow, and he dared not fire the revolver lest it attract the attention of lurking foes. Rising into the air, he came down with both feet on his enemy’s head. Then he stamped the head into the mud and ooze till the savage lay still. Whether the man breathed...
One of his precious minutes he gave to the search for his machete. With its aid he might still win through to Casson at the hut of Pipina. By a stroke of good fortune he found the weapon where it had stuck in the trunk of a tree. With a smothered cry of elation, Bomba leaped upon it and wrenched it from its hold. Again...
He wasted no time. He set his feet in the direction of the cabin of Pipina, the squaw, and went stealthily yet swiftly through the jungle. The storm had felled great trees across his path. Some of these he climbed over, while he took the smaller ones with a leap. Where the ground was impassable he swung himself along f...
Bitterness welled up in the heart of the lad against these savages, whom he had never injured except in self-defense. Why was he doomed to spend his life among these people so alien to him? Bomba was white. All his yearnings were toward those of his own race. Who were his parents? He thought of the picture of the beaut...
He reviewed the strange behavior of the half-mad old woman, Sobrinini, she who had once been the operatic idol of Europe, she who had had kings at her feet. Why had she not finished the story of the man named Bartow, his wife, Laura, and the child they called Bonny? Sobrinini had called him, Bomba, by the name of Barto...
The storm had now entirely died away. Only the heavy dripping of moisture from the foliage betrayed its recent passage. The jungle was still again with an unearthly stillness. The slight swish made by Bomba as he swung himself from branch to branch was the only sound that broke the silence. Suddenly he paused and hung ...
Upon the banks of the stream he paused, listening. Still the dip, dip of paddles coming upstream. So faint and stealthy was the sound that it would have been inaudible to most ears other than those of Bomba. The lad wasted not an instant, but slipped from the steep bank until he was waist deep in the sluggish water. Th...
Bomba had let himself go so gently into the water as scarcely to make a ripple, and he moved on noiselessly, wading where he could, but soon reaching the deeper channel where he had to swim. Then most of the time he swam under water lest his presence be declared to prying eyes. He was almost as much at home in the wate...
He swam on swiftly until he was arrested by a sight that brought a growl of fury to his lips. Turning a bend in the river, a light assailed Bomba’s eyes, a fearful light, a light such as the native of the jungle dreads above all others. It was a dull glow, brightening now and then to a vivid red as the flames swept sky...
Was Casson in that blazing hut? Was poor Pipina, faithful friend, caught in that flaming inferno? Scarcely daring to put these questions to himself, Bomba swam madly upstream, his one thought now of revenge. He was consumed by rage. His one desire was to feel the throat of Nascanora beneath his fingers. The light was b...
Between him and the shore, blocking his path, was a monster alligator! CHAPTER IV TERRIBLE JAWS At sight of the cayman, Bomba’s heart for a moment seemed to stop beating.