Back and forth the combatants surged. The noise of the conflict, which consisted mainly in the shouting and the shrieking, was plainly heard at the wagon.
“How I would like to take a hand,” said John, without taking his eyes off the fighters.
Muro looked at John. “I would like to go.” John looked around.
Blakely shook his head. “It would be unwise to mix up in their troubles, as we have enough of our own.”
“I should not think of doing it out of pleasure, or to gratify a spite, as I have neither of the desires, and it occurred to me a little while ago, that if we wiped out the Kurabus and the Illyas we would have pretty easy sailing with the Brabos.”
“That is to be considered,” said Blakely.
The unexpected reinforcements which the Brabos got, was the turning point in their fortunes. It was a hotly contested struggle, judged from the standard of island warfare.
“The Kurabus and Illyas are being licked,” cried out George.
“Good for the Brabos.”
“But won’t they come this way?”