“Wrong!” cried Mark excitedly. “Here they are!”
Chapter Twenty Two.
A Rich Discovery.
Dean Roche started in his excitement, for as his cousin spoke he saw that Mak, who had been waiting near, stood pointing with his spear at the little party of pigmies who were winding through the bushes and low growth at the forest edge, the little chief at their head, followed by four of his men bearing a couple of little antelopes swinging from spears, while behind them were two pigmies carrying what seemed to be a sort of creel, in which was their wounded fellow.
“I say, look!” cried Dean. “He must be better.”
“Go and tell the doctor, Mak,” said Mark, and then as Mak strode off, “I am glad they have come,” cried Dean.
“Yes. We must tell the doctor to look at the brass bangles,” said Mark.
“They are not brass,” cried Dean. “I am sure they are gold.”