When halfway to the top, they heard a shout from below.
Looking down they saw a man—a white man!
CHAPTER XXIX
Angry Natives
“THOMAS Seabury!” cried Bob and Joe almost in one breath, recognizing the man from a picture his brother had shown them in Mombasa.
They scrambled down the ladder in all haste, forgetting danger, forgetting everything.
“My name!” the man exclaimed in a bewildered voice. “How, may I ask, did you young men get hold of it?”
Mr. Seabury was rather a small man, with long gray hair and a heavy beard. His fine face bore the look of a scholar.
“We’ve been hunting for you,” Joe told him. “Your brother, back in Mombasa, asked us to be on the lookout for you.”