Surely this must be some magician or medicine man who had come among them.
That must have been the burden of their thoughts, for they stood watching and waiting.
But each man held his fan of arrows ready for use.
Carefully taking aim, Max fired.
The savages screamed as they heard the report, and the monkey dropped dead.
As if by the stroke of a magician’s wand the arrows were gathered together and held under the left arm.
“You conquered them,” said Ibrahim.
“It seems so; but I don’t know how we are going to escape.”
“No, nor I. What are they up to now?”
The chief had said something to the tribe, and instantly the naked, ugly representatives of the genus man, as known in the petrified forests of Lybia, disappeared, leaving only the chief and perhaps a dozen to guard the white explorers.