before following him went back to
where the two blacks were standing waiting, to gaze at them with half
questioning looks.

"Come along, Mak," cried Mark cheerily. "Come along, pigmy;" and he
made signs suggesting something to eat.--"Oh, it's all right again," he
said. "They don't mind now. Why, black Mak's face came out all in one
big smile."

"Yes," said Dean, "and the little Pig looked as if he would like to rub
his head against you just like the old Manor House cat when we had been
out."

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.

A SUSPICION OF BABOONS.

A few nights later Mark, who had just finished his portion of the
nightly watch, called up Dan and made his report that all had gone well
till about an hour before, when he fancied he had seen something
creeping along through the bushes just beyond the camp.

"Jackal," said Dan.

"No; it seemed too big."

"Well, didn't the horses seem uneasy."

"No."

"Fancy, perhaps."

"Well, it may have been, and I half thought so then, else I should have
roused someone up."

"Which way did it go, sir?"

"Right into the middle of the temple square."

"Well, it wouldn't have been a black, because if it had been one of them
he would have made for the open."

"The doctor said that most likely there would be blacks about."

"Well, but," said Dan, "no one has seen a sign of anyone but our chaps."

"That's true," replied Mark, "but there must be tribes about here, and
they'd see us before we saw them."

"Yes, sir; that's pretty sure, and it might be one of them come in the
dark scouting to see what we are like, and how many there are of us."

"That doesn't sound pleasant, Dan. We don't want any company of that
sort."

"No, sir. But look here; I think I have got it. Are you sure it wasn't
a leopard?"

"I can't be sure, because it is too dark to see spots."

"Well, was it a human, sir?"

"I don't think so, because it was going on all fours."

"Oh, well, sir, the niggers are clever enough in that way. Both Mak and
the little chap can run along like dogs and jump over a tree trunk or a
big stone. It is wonderful what strength some of these half savage
chaps have in their arms. Being a sailor and doing a great deal going
up aloft has made me pretty clever hanging by one's hands or holding on
by one's eyelids, as we say, at sea, while we furl a sail; but I am
nowhere alongside of our Mak."

"But you as good as said you had an idea, Dan."

"Well, I have, sir, and