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Where
should
they
go
?
Whither
fly
?
What
choice
was
there
between
the
convicts
and
the
savages
?
A
shot
was
fired
from
the
nearest
of
the
native
boats
,
and
the
ball
struck
Wilson
's
oar
.
A
few
strokes
then
carried
the
canoe
nearer
to
the
Duncan
.
The
yacht
was
coming
down
at
full
speed
,
and
was
not
more
than
half
a
mile
off
.
John
Mangles
,
between
two
enemies
,
did
not
know
what
to
advise
,
whither
to
fly
!
The
two
poor
ladies
on
their
knees
,
prayed
in
their
agony
.
The
savages
kept
up
a
running
fire
,
and
shots
were
raining
round
the
canoe
,
when
suddenly
a
loud
report
was
heard
,
and
a
ball
from
the
yacht
's
cannon
passed
over
their
heads
,
and
now
the
boat
remained
motionless
between
the
Duncan
and
the
native
canoes
.
John
Mangles
,
frenzied
with
despair
,
seized
his
ax
.
He
was
about
to
scuttle
the
boat
and
sink
it
with
his
unfortunate
companions
,
when
a
cry
from
Robert
arrested
his
arm
.
"
Tom
Austin
!
Tom
Austin
!
"
the
lad
shouted
.
"
He
is
on
board
!
I
see
him
!
He
knows
us
!
He
is
waving
his
hat
.
"
The
ax
hung
useless
in
John
's
hand
.
A
second
ball
whistled
over
his
head
,
and
cut
in
two
the
nearest
of
the
three
native
boats
,
while
a
loud
hurrah
burst
forth
on
board
the
Duncan
.
