"They would not make offerings unless they were friendly." "The food may be poisoned," remarked Bickley suspiciously.
The crowd advanced, we standing quite still looking as dignified as we could, I as the tallest in the middle, with Tommy sitting at my feet.
When they were about five and twenty yards away, however, that wretched little dog caught sight of the masked priests.

He growled and then rushed at them barking, his long black ears flapping as he went.
The effect was instantaneous.

One and all they turned and fled precipitately, who evidently had never before seen a dog and looked upon it as a deadly creature.

Yes, even the tall chief and his masked medicine-men fled like hares pursued by Tommy, who bit one of them in the leg, evoking a terrific howl.

I called him back and took him into my arms.