"We fight for our Holy Man!" cried Mutaba, leading his hatchet-bearers into the jungle.
"We fight for the rescue of my sister—and your father!" Dan Carter exclaimed, clapping Dick on the shoulder. "This is bully. Now we are going to put up a swell fight!"
"We fight for the crown of wisdom," said Mahatma Sikandar. "Forward to battle!"
CHAPTER XII
STAMPEDE
The jungle closed in upon the warriors. They seemed like insects winding through a patch of grass, for the trees grew high and thick above them and the saplings crowded close to the trail.
The Kungoras used their hatchets and the Stone-Age men slashed with their flint implements, cutting away the creepers and vines that blocked their passage. But it was slow going.
Dick Oakwood watched the progress with anxious eyes, for it was far past mid-day and he wanted to attack while it was still light. Otherwise in the darkness, he might lose the captives altogether.
The time was short for what they had to do.