"He thinks we are angels." Despite the gravity of the moment she giggled delightedly.
"Then we may as well sit down and await developments," she said a moment later, as they observed the whole band go face downward on the sand again--all save the chief.

The white people seated themselves on the ledge and watched the impassioned jabberer.

Presently the prostrate figures arose and in mute submission spread forth their arms and bent their heads, standing like bronze statues in the glaring sunlight, all to the increased astonishment of those who had expected to become victims of their torture.
"This beats all I ever knew," exclaimed Ridgeway.

"It begins to look as though they are either friendly or afraid of us.

What shall we do ?" "I will follow you, Hugh, if you think it best to go down to them.