"They haven't hauled out much of my timber," he said. "We are just in time!"
A man came running from a group. He held up a warning hand.
"You'll have to get out of here!" he cried.
"Who says so?" asked Mr. Ford.
"Mr. Jallow sent me to tell you."
"Well, you tell Mr. Jallow to come here himself. We want to see him."
The man hesitated a minute and then set off on the run.
"Here comes Jallow now," observed Will.
"Oh, I hope there won't be any trouble," murmured Amy.
"Don't worry," said Mr. Blackford, who sat beside her.