"The family will look for me
every day, and finally decide I've broken my neck. The Demon will
call upon me when the week is up and won't find me at home; so I'll
miss the next three gifts. I don't mind that so much, for they might
bring me into worst scrapes than this. But how am I to get away from
this beastly island? I'll be eaten, after all, if I don't look out!"
These and similar thoughts occupied him for some time, yet in spite of
much planning and thinking he could find no practical means of escape.
At the end of an hour he looked over the edge of the plateau and found
it surrounded by a ring of the black cannibals, who had calmly seated
themselves to watch his movements.
"Perhaps they intend to starve me into surrender," he thought; "but
they won't succeed so long as my tablets hold out. And if, in time,
they should starve me, I'll be too thin and tough to make good eating;
so I'll get the best of them, anyhow."
Then he again lay down and began to examine his electrical traveling
machine. He did not dare take it apart, fearing he might not be able
to get it together again, for he knew nothing at all about its
construction.
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