“But beware! O cubs-with-the-butterfly-wings,” continued the kindly Monkey, “beware of the arrows of the Bushmen!”
And before they could thank him, he was gone, with his chattering tribe, and they were alone once more.
Far across the plains they flew,
Keeping the sunshine
Upon the right shoulder,
as they had been told to do.
Before long they passed over a circle of huts, round which were standing a number of fierce, black people—the ugliest they had ever seen.
“Bushmen!” warned Tibbs.
They were naked, and carried bows and arrows. In the centre a large group of excited black men were lighting a fire, and over this fire was a cauldron, and in this cauldron they beheld, to their amazement, a man! A white man!
“By jingo!” exclaimed Tibbs, “they’re cooking him for dinner! We must rescue the poor beggar before he is too well done!”