His back was towards the cave, and in the uncertain gleams of the moon, struggling with the clouds, for a thin rain still fell, he never noted us till we were right on to him.

Then he turned and saw, and at the awful sight of this procession of the gods of his land, threw up his arms, and without a word fell senseless.

Although I never asked, I think that Mavovo took measures to prevent his awakening.

At any rate when I looked back later on, I observed that he was carrying a big Pongo spear with a long shaft, instead of the copper weapon which he had taken from one of the coffins.
On we marched towards Rica Town, following the easy path by which we had come.

As I have said, the country was very deserted and the inhabitants of such huts as we passed were evidently fast asleep.