“I should like to see what they are going to do,” said Reggy. “We need not retreat, I suppose?”
“Oh, no! let us stop,” said Harry. “They will not find us out if we keep quiet.”
“We had better be off,” remarked Hector, somewhat alarmed; “they may knock us all on the head.”
“No, no,” replied Harry, “we have our arms, and we are not going to run away from a few blacks; I vote we stay and see what is going forward.”
Paul consented, though he felt it would be more prudent to return to the camp and warn their friends of the neighbourhood of the natives.
Concealed by some low bushes they remained where they were, and could see all that was going forward. Suddenly all was dark, but the sound of the natives’ voices showed that they were still near where they had first been seen. Presently bright flames burst up from the ground—a fire had been lighted, but no one could be seen.
“They are between us and the fire,” whispered Paul.
“I hope they are not coming this way,” said Hector.
“No fear of that,” answered Harry.