"If we leave them alone, they may go away presently." He looked at her and laughed, for he was growing less uneasy with each passing moment.
"Hey, there!" he yelled.

"How are you ?" Slowly the head-bobbing ceased and dark faces were lifted toward the elevation.

For the first time the newcomers saw the beautiful face of Lady Tennyson.

They struggled to their feet, the tall chief stepping forward with outstretched arms.

Then in some wild gibberish he began to speak, half to the white witnesses, half to the sky and sun.
"What the dickens is he talking about ?" murmured the mystified American.
"Perhaps he's asking us to surrender." "He is either appealing to the sun or praying to the sky," said his companion.
"I have it!" cried Hugh.