At first there was no response. The dance was more furious than ever. Then, one at a time, the warriors seemed to come to their senses. Man after man lowered his weapons, dropped quietly out of the ranks and returned to squat before the fire, all pausing to make a hasty prostration in front of the wise man before they sat down.
The Mahatma did not open his eyes until the notes of the big drum had faded out into silence. By that time all the blacks were seated and once more eating quietly.
"It's a miracle," said Dick.
"It sure is," answered Dan. "Listen. Even the wild beasts in the jungle have quieted down."
"There is more to this than I can understand," whispered Ray.
"Those Hindus know plenty of things that are beyond me," Dick answered.
"I thought it was all the bunk, at first," said Dan, "but now I think the old man is the real article."
"Wait until you go to India where the masters are," Dick continued. "Then you will see miracles that even our Mahatma can't understand."
"I'd love to go," said the girl. "Africa is thrilling enough, goodness knows, but India fascinates me."
Before the feast broke up, Dan, Ray and Dick slipped away, too tired to hold their eyes open.