Sam Steele's Adventures on Land and Sea by L. Frank Baum

Terrified beyond measure by the awfulness of the storm, I gave little heed to the fact that the rocky hollow in which I lay with the two faithful blacks had filled with water, so that our bodies were nearly covered by the pool that had formed. My head still rested on the trousers packed with gold, and one arm was closely clasped around a leg containing the treasured metal grains. So I lay, half dazed and scarcely daring to move, while the rain pattered down upon us and the storm sobbed itself out by degrees.

I must have lost consciousness, after a time, for my first distinct recollection is of Bryonia drawing my body from the pool to lay it on a dryer portion of the rock, where the overhanging trees slightly sheltered me. The sky had grown lighter by now, and while black streaks of cloud still drifted swiftly across the face of the moon, there were times when the great disc was clear, and shed its light brilliantly over the bleak and desolate landscape.

Within an hour the rain had ceased altogether, and stars came out to join the moon; but still we lay motionless atop the peak of rock, worn out by our struggles with the elements and fitfully dozing in spite of the horrors we had passed through.

Bry was first to arouse, and found the sun shining overhead. There was no wind and the temperature of the morning air was warm and genial. The black's legs pained him, for in his terrible climb up the rock during the storm a jagged piece of rock had cut his thigh and torn the flesh badly. He had not noticed it until now, but after examining the wound he bathed it in the water of the pool and bound it up with a rag torn from his shirt.

While he was thus occupied Nux sat up and watched him, yawning. They spoke together in low tones, using the expressive Sulu language, and had soon acquainted each other with the events that had occurred since they separated. Their murmured words aroused me to a realization of the present, and having partially collected my thoughts I began to rub my eyes and look wonderingly around me.

The top of the rock was no longer flat, but inclined toward the sea. The three tall trees also inclined that way, instead of growing upright, and the neighboring cliff of the mainland seemed further removed from us than before. Something appeared to be missing in the landscape, and then I suddenly remembered how the rocking-stone had leaped into the gulf during the storm.

"All safe? " I asked, looking at my black friends gratefully.

"All safe," answered Bry, smiling.

"It was a dreadful night," I continued, with a shudder. "Have you heard anything from the robbers yet?"

"No, Mars Sam."

"They're probably sleeping late. Anyhow, they can't have gone away on the raft yet."

Bry shook his head.

"All very wicked mans, Mars Sam," he said. "Even in big storm, while we climb up to cave, Mars Daggett tell me to go behind Pete an' push him off rock."

"The villain! " I exclaimed, indignantly.

"He tell me if I not push Pete off, he kill me," continued Bry, with a grin.

"What did you do?"

"When they run into cave, I run by it, an' come here. That's all, Mars Sam."

"You did well, Bry. If they climb up here after you, we'll fight them to the death."

"No climb rock any more, Mars Sam," said Bry, soberly.

"Why not?"