overwhelm the little fort and its occupants by the force of numbers.
“Boys, never surrender!” cried out John, and they stood together and grimly awaited the oncoming hosts.
The Professor and the two tribes came up to the Brabos, and the surprise on their part was sufficient to cause a temporary stampede. Ralsea rushed forward to the chief, and held up his hands, but seeing the Professor and the two boys, could not understand this attitude of the chief.
“We are your friends. These white people are your friends. The Saboros are all here and have come to aid you. Where are the Osagas?”
“To our left. They are coming up.”
Just then the second attack was made on the wagon by the combined forces of Illyas, Kurabus and Tuolos.
Not far ahead, and to their left, were the Osagas, coming up in great excitement at the firing of the shots. The messenger from the Professor had reached them. At first the Brabos were inclined to be resentful, but as the Osagas came up they shouted:
“The Tuolos, the Tuolos,” and then they knew that unless they secured aid they might be defeated and driven back.