Perhaps we had better return." They backed away softly, the dog following, and the major whispered: "The mystery is explained, Mark.

It must have been one of those interesting gentlemen who made that terrific row.

His idea of a cooey, I suppose." A low growl came from Bruff just then, and they stopped short, the silence being broken by the dick, dick of the major's gun.
They had on retiring gone a little higher up the slope so as to be more among the trees, and the result was that they found themselves at the top of a little ridge and at the edge of the denser growth, so that, as they paused, they could look down into another part where the trees gave place to low bushes and glorious ferns, the whole being a glade of surpassing loveliness, such a spot as might very well be chosen by a party of simple savages for their home.
The major pressed Mark down, and they cowered among the trees, for they were evidently going right in sight of a second encampment.
"Keep the dog quiet if you can, lad," whispered the major, peering among the trees.

"Can't see their attap [see note 1] huts, but there are plenty of fruit-trees." "Have they seen us ?" whispered Mark.
"Impossible to say.

You go along first between those trees bearing to the right.