"Oh, shut up, Mac, you grisly devil!" snapped Hamilton. "Talk about butterflies."
The Zaire swung round the bend of the river that hid Ranabini's village from view, but had scarcely come into sight when—
"Ping!"
Sanders saw the bullet strike the river ahead of the boat, and send a spiral column of water shooting into the air. He put up his glasses and focussed them on the village beach.
"Bones!" he said grimly. "Take her in, Abiboo."
As the steersman spun the wheel—
"Ping!"
This time the shot fell to the right.
The three white men looked at one another.
"Let every man take cover," said Sanders quietly. "We're going to that beach even if Bones has a battery of 75's!"