“Flee!” cried Dick Sand to Mrs. Weldon.  “Flee!”

Neither Mrs. Weldon nor Hercules stirred.  One would say that their feet were fastened to the ground.

Flee!  Besides, what good would it do?  In less than an hour they would fall into the hands of the cannibals!

Dick Sand understood it.  But, then, that supreme inspiration which he asked from Heaven was sent him.  He saw the possibility of saving all those whom he loved by making the sacrifice of his own life!  He did not hesitate to do it.

“May God protect them!” murmured he, “and in His infinite goodness may He have pity on me!”

At the same instant Dick Sand pointed his gun at the native who was steering the boat, and the oar, broken by a ball, flew into fragments.

The cannibals gave a cry of terror.

In fact, the boat, no longer directed by the oar, went with the stream.  The current bore it along with increasing swiftness, and, in a few moments, it was only a hundred feet from the falls.

Mrs. Weldon and Hercules understood all.  Dick Sand attempted to save them by precipitating the cannibals, with himself, into the abyss.  Little Jack and his mother, kneeling on the bank, sent him a last farewell.  Hercules’s powerless hand was stretched out to him.

At that moment the natives, wishing to gain the left bank by swimming, threw themselves out of the boat, which they capsized.

Dick Sand had lost none of his coolness in the presence of the death which menaced him.  A last thought then came to him.  It was that this boat, even because it was floating keel upward, might serve to save him.

In fact, two dangers were to be feared when Dick Sand should be going over the cataract:  asphyxia by the water, and asphyxia by the air.  Now, this overturned hull was like a box, in which he might, perhaps, keep his head out of the water, at the same time that he would be sheltered from the exterior air, which would certainly have stifled him in the rapidity of his fall.  In these conditions, it seems that a man would have some chance of escaping the double asphyxia, even in descending the cataracts of a Niagara.

Dick Sand saw all that like lightning.  By a last instinct he clung to the seat which united the two sides of the boat, and, his head out of the water, under the capsized hull, he felt the irresistible current carrying him away, and the almost perpendicular fall taking place.

The boat sank into the abyss hollowed out by the waters at the foot of the cataract, and, after plunging deep, returned to the surface of the river.

Dick Sand, a good swimmer, understood that his safety now depended on the vigor of his arms.

A quarter of an hour after he reached the left bank, and there found Mrs. Weldon, little Jack, and Cousin Benedict, whom Hercules had led there in all haste.

But already the cannibals had disappeared in the tumult of the waters.  They, whom the capsized boat had not protected, had ceased to live even before reaching the last depths of the abyss, and their bodies were going to be torn to pieces on those sharp rocks on which the under-current of the stream dashed itself.