The former called down: “At the rate they are now coming forward, they will reach us in less than a half hour.”
“What shall we do when they pass us?” asked Harry.
“We shall certainly give them a salute,” was his response.
Muro called John’s attention to an object not far to the northwest. Both watched it intently. There was no doubt a savage there coming up stealthily.
With an expression John did not understand, Muro glided down the tree and leaped over the end of the wagon, and sprang out into the brush.
John saw him go forward unhesitatingly to the place of concealment, and finally the object appeared, and rushed toward Muro.
He saw them embrace, and both came forward, and long before they came to the wagon, John recognized Uraso.
“Uraso is here,” cried John, and the boys leaped up to the top of the fort, and each one tried to be the first to grasp him by the hand and welcome him.
He had never seen Blakely before, but nevertheless Blakely gave him a welcome, and when his eyes lighted on Sutoto, he could not wait to get over the barrier to extend a welcome to him.
“How did you happen to come here?”