“That could not have been an accident,” said the doctor; “perhaps Aroo is up there.”
“I only hope he is,” I cried; “but look, look! what’s that?”
I caught at the doctor’s arm to draw his attention to what seemed to be a great thickly tufted bush which was coming up the little valley towards us.
“Birnam wood is coming to Dunsinane,” said the doctor loudly.
“Is it?” said Jack Penny excitedly. “What for? Where? What do you mean?”
“Look, look!” I cried, and I pointed to the moving bush.
“Well, that’s rum,” said Jack, rubbing his nose with his finger. “Trees are alive, of course, but they can’t walk, can they? I think there’s some one shoving that along.”
“Why, of course there is,” I said.
“Don’t fire unless you are obliged,” exclaimed the doctor; “and whatever you do, take care. See how the arrows are coming.”
For they were pattering about us thickly, and the blacks on our side kept sending them back, but with what result we could not tell, for the savages kept closely within the cover.