"Not yet, my son!" said the Mahatma. "We can go to the fringe of the forest and rest in the shade. It will be an hour before the plane appears from the west."
He signalled to his bearers and they carried his litter to the nearest clump of trees, while Professor Oakwood walked alongside, conversing earnestly with the wise man.
The others followed and soon all were comfortably seated in the shade, and happy to be out of the blistering African sunlight.
Ray, Dan and Dick had plenty to talk about for a while but presently Ray became drowsy in the heat and yawned.
"I need a good sleep," she declared. "I've had too much excitement."
"What I crave is a good lunch," said Dan. "Why didn't somebody bring a picnic basket?"
His head sank between his knees and he dozed off but suddenly Dick shook him by the shoulders and the distant roar of engines was the first thing he heard.
At first Dan thought he was dreaming, then he sprang to his sister and shouted in her ear, "Wake up! Wake up! Look, Ray! There comes the plane!"
Ray ran out into the clearing, shouting and waving her arms.
Dan and Dick followed her and yelled at the top of their voices.