“Heavens!” ejaculated Stern. “War-drums! Tom-toms, as I live!”
CHAPTER XVI
THE GATHERING OF THE HORDES
“Tom-toms? So they are savages?” exclaimed the girl, taking a quick breath. “But--what then?”
“Don't just know, yet. It's a fact, though; they're certainly savages. Two tribes, one with torches, one with drums. Two different kinds, I guess. And they're coming in here to parley or fight or something. Regular powwow on hand. Trouble ahead, whichever side wins!”
“For us?”
“That depends. Maybe we'll be able to lie hidden, here, till this thing blows over, whatever it may be. If not, and if they cut off our water-supply, well--”
He ended with a kind of growl. The sound gave Beatrice a strange sensation. She kept a moment's silence, then remarked:
“They're up around Central Park now, the drums are, don't you think so? How far do you make that?”
“Close on to two miles. Come, let's be moving.”
In silence they climbed the shaky ladder, reached the tower stairs and descended the many stories to their dwelling.