Again the cry came, and then the boys jumped to their feet in horror.
“Savages!” cried Bob excitedly. “Indians—wild Indians. They’re coming this way!”
CHAPTER XXIV
The Hideous Village
“OH!” groaned Bob hopelessly. “Guess it’s all up with us.”
“No, it isn’t,” the other youth retorted. “You remember what we said to do in such an emergency, don’t you? Act extremely exhausted, as if we couldn’t move another foot. Lie on the ground—do anything to make them feel sorry for us. They will if the thing is carried out right.”
The cries were gradually getting louder, indicating that the Indians were coming closer. Occasionally some savage would chant louder than the others, and then there would be a grand chorus of shouts and yells.
“They’re getting nearer,” muttered Joe. “Come on, let’s lie on the ground. Act as if you’re half dead.”
The youths threw themselves on the soft grass and awaited developments.