k so," he replied. "We have had many instances where they
have refused to make friends with us, and for that reason we always had
war."

"But have you not often sacrificed their people when you have taken them
in your wars?"

"We have always done so."

"Have any of your captives ever returned to them?"

"No."

"And have they always killed and eaten your people when they captured
them?"

"Yes; and none has ever returned to us. The Korinos would not let us
keep the captives, but said that the Great Spirit told them they must be
sacrificed."

The foregoing information was sufficient to convince John of one thing,
namely, that it was really the spirit of the Korinos which kept up the
tribal warfare, at least so far as one end of the conflict was
concerned.

In spite of all the arguments advanced by the Chief, John was determined
to make the trip with his own people, and thus avoid any feeling on the
part of the tribe, against their present friend.

In the morning John called Stut, and advised him to wait until the
following day, when he should pull up anchor and proceed to the north
for a distance not exceeding twenty miles, and then, seeking a safe
anchorage, to await news from him.

With forty of his own trusted men, together with Uraso and Muro, they
set out on the march to the north, cheered by the people of the village,
who came out to witness their departure. The old man who had been
rescued, was still too weak to accompany them, so he was taken to the
vessel, where he could receive the best of care and attention.

In order not to be out of touch with the sea, John decided to follow the
hills along the eastern side of the island, and this course was selected
because the people to which they were going, unlike those at the
southern portion of the island, lived in the mountainous region, as
heretofore stated, and the probability of meeting them would be much
better than if they had followed the level plateau.

[Illustration: _Fig. 10. Cinnamon._]

In the march the boys, as well as John, were ever on the alert to
discover the possibilities of the island, so far as the natural products
were concerned.

"Something smells awfully sweet around here," said George, as they were
tramping along a beautifully-wooded crest.

"I think it must come from the trees that have the beautiful pale blue
flowers. Wait until I get a branch."

One of the men was quick to carry out Harry's wish. John was immensely
please