“An’ no more growlin’?” asked Jumbo, with much simplicity of countenance.
“Not a growl, nor nothin’ else,” answered Disco.
“Well, get your guns ready, lads,” said Harold, “and stand by to fire while we go and search the bush.”
So saying, Harold and Disco advanced together with their rifles ready, while the natives, who were more or less alarmed, according to their respective degrees of courage, scattered in a semicircle well in rear. Kambira, armed with a spear, kept close to Harold, and Jumbo, with unwonted bravery, walked alongside of Disco. Antonio, quietly retiring, took refuge in a tree.
“Yoo’s sure you hit um?” inquired Jumbo in a whisper.
“Can’t say I’m sure,” replied Disco, “but we’ll soon see.”
“Was um’s growl very bad?” asked Jumbo.
“Hold yer long tongue!” said Disco testily, for he was becoming excited.
“Look! see dere!” exclaimed Jumbo in an energetic whisper.
“What? where?”