Professor Bigelow gave a groan and translated to the others.
“He says that probably a fight is taking place between his tribe and another,” said the scientist.
“What!” cried Mr. Holton excitedly. “Then that means that we whites may have to use our rifles after all. Ask him if the other tribe is using poisoned arrows.”
The savage nodded in affirmation when the question was put before him, and the whites tightened their grips on their weapons.
“I guess this means that we’re in for some excitement,” Bob confided to his chum, as the party again followed the trail.
Ten minutes later they parted the foliage and came abruptly within full view of the village. All uttered cries of consternation at the furiousness of the battle that was taking place between the two savage tribes.
CHAPTER XXVI
The Terrible Battle
SPEARS and arrows and darts flew thick and fast, striking down many a man on both sides. Fierce cries filled the atmosphere and made the Americans shudder. Here in the untamed wilds of Brazil was taking place as terrible a battle as the world had ever known. Savages—wild, hostile Indians—were the participants, and no people anywhere were more terrible when excited to insane fury.