"Guess we've got there," Jack said as he saw a number of children playing about the trees.
"Looks that way," Bob agreed.
Just beyond the grove was the village of the tribe, consisting of about a dozen huts of bamboo shaped not unlike an Indian teppee. Several women, dressed like their captors except that their grass girdles were somewhat wider, sat or lay on the ground most of them engaged in weaving grass into what seemed to be large mats. As the party approached, the children flocked about them looking in amazement at the two boys. But they were roughly brushed away by the men who seemed to begrudge them even a look at their prisoners. The women gave little sign that they were aware of the presence, although the boys could see that they were casting sly glances at them.
The leader pointed to one of the huts which was located in the center of the group and made them understand that they were to get inside and they meekly obeyed. The hut was about a dozen feet in diameter and the peak of it some fifteen feet from the ground. The ground inside was nearly covered with the grass mats but they were all it contained.
"What a mess," Jack groaned as he sank back.
"Never say die," Bob consoled him. "I've seen sicker cats than this get well."
"Maybe, but you'll have to acknowledge that this is an awful sick one."
"This must be a small tribe if this is all there is to it."
"But it's big enough. Got a gun with you?"
"Yes, have you?"