The one with the javelin disappeared with the same suddenness as did his brother down the bank, and, had the archer but comprehended his danger he, too, would have escaped.
The affray roused the wrath of both Long and Grimcke.

They had offered the hand of friendship, only to be answered with an attempt upon their lives.

One of their assailants had eluded them, and the other would have been an assailant had the opportunity been given.
"Let's shoot him too!" He alluded to the man who hurled the javelin and who, so far as they could see, was left without any weapon with which to defend himself.
In their natural excitement over their victory, the friends forgot themselves for the moment.

Heedless of consequences, they dashed among the trees, in pursuit of the savage who had flung his spear with well-nigh fatal effect.
The undergrowth was frightfully tangled, and, as the first plunge, the Professor went forward on his hands and knees.

The wonder was how Long kept his feet; but it will be remembered that he was much more attenuated than his companion, and seemed to have picked up a skill elsewhere which now stood him well.
The moon was shining and despite the dense vegetation around him, enough rays found their way to the ground to give him a partial view for few paces in front.