When within fifteen feet of the prostrate figures they halted and Hugh cried out boldly: "Get up!" Instead of obeying the command instantly, the little band peeped slyly at the strangers.

Then they struggled to their feet, crowding into a bunch, the picture of bewilderment.
"By George, they look at us as if they never had seen white people before," said Hugh.

With stately tread he approached the now trembling, shrinking natives, holding his left hand aloft to signify graciousness.
Lady Tennys walked beside him, a smile playing on her exceedingly pale face.

"My good friends, be not afraid," said he.

The brown men looked at each other in deeper wonder than before.
The leader, a perfect giant, stepped forward hesitatingly, fairly pushed on by his comrades.