sand, and rushed up to us, prostrating themselves with loud cries of greeting before the young chief.  Finally one of them, an elderly man, with a necklace and bracelet of great lustrous glass beads and the skin of some beautiful mottled amber-colored animal slung over his shoulders, ran forward and embraced most tenderly the youth whom we had saved.  He then looked at us and asked some questions, after which he stepped up with much dignity and embraced us also each in turn.  Then, at his order, the whole tribe lay down upon the ground before us in homage.  Personally I felt shy and uncomfortable at this obsequious adoration, and I read the same feeling in the faces of Roxton and Summerlee, but Challenger expanded like a flower in the sun.

“They may be undeveloped types,” said he, stroking his beard and looking round at them, “but their deportment in the presence of their superiors might be a lesson to some of our more advanced Europeans.  Strange how correct are the instincts of the natural man!”

It was clear that the natives had come out upon the war-path, for every man carried his spear—­a long bamboo tipped with bone—­his bow and arrows, and some sort of club or stone battle-axe slung at his side.  Their dark, angry glances at the woods from which we had come, and the frequent repetition of the word “Doda,” made it clear enough that this was a rescue party who had set forth to save or revenge the old chief’s son, for such we gathered that the youth must be.  A council was now held by the whole tribe squatting in a circle, whilst we sat near on a slab of basalt and watched their proceedings.  Two or three warriors spoke, and finally our young friend made a spirited harangue with such eloquent features and gestures that we could understand it all as clearly as if we had known his language.

“What is the use of returning?” he said.  “Sooner or later the thing must be done.  Your comrades have been murdered.  What if I have returned safe?  These others have been done to death.  There is no safety for any of us.  We are assembled now and ready.”  Then he pointed to us.  “These strange men are our friends.  They are great fighters, and they hate the ape-men even as we do.  They command,” here he pointed up to heaven, “the thunder and the lightning.  When shall we have such a chance again?  Let us go forward, and either die now or live for the future in safety.  How else shall we go back unashamed to our women?”

The little red warriors hung upon the words of the speaker, and when he had finished they burst into a roar of applause, waving their rude weapons in the air.  The old chief stepped forward to us, and asked us some questions, pointing at the same time to the woods.  Lord John made a sign to him that he should wait for an answer and then he turned to us.

“Well, it’s up to you to say what you will do,” said he; “for my part I have a score to settle with these monkey-folk, and if it ends by wiping them off the face of the earth I don’t see that the earth need fret about it.  I’m goin’ with our little red pals and I mean to see them through the scrap.  What do you say, young fellah?”