Chapter Sixteen.
Anybody Killed?
“Hello, mate! What’s wrong with you? Don’t say as you have found Dunn Brown?” cried Buck.
“Pete, Pete, Peter!” said the black, in a high state of excitement, and he pointed with his broken spear in the opposite direction to that which the lions seemed to have taken.
“Peter Dance!” said Sir James excitedly.
“Oh, poor old Dance!” said Mark, in a low, hoarse voice.
“Not dead! Not dead!” cried Dean.
The black shook his head violently, pointed again with his spear, and then bending down began to slap his right leg.