e at the command of Oroto.

This information did not satisfy them, but the wagon did not stop. As it
moved up the incline, the warriors lined up, fully twenty of them,
wondering what the strange visit meant. There was no act of hostility
apparent, still they could not understand why there were no Illyas
present except Sama.

"Take us direct to the captives," commanded Stut.

Sama knew where they were. A typical native hut, but much larger than
the others, stood behind the main homes of the village. To that the
wagon was directed.

The warriors on Stut's command lined up behind the wagon, and the boys,
accompanied by Lolo, rushed for the door. It was but the work of a
moment to wrench the bars away, and without waiting for any ceremony
George and Harry were inside.

The scene that met their eyes was appalling. The five captives were in a
pitiful state. Two of the three boys were lying on filthy hay, and one
man, also badly emaciated, was on the other side, lying down.

The boy who was still on his feet rushed to Harry and threw his arms
about him. "Is that you, Harry? Thank God! And George, too. Where did
you come from?"

"Who is this?" came like a moan from one of the boys. George stooped
down. "Harry, here is Robert--Robert Lamson; and who are you?" And he
crawled on his knees over to the other, who feebly turned his eyes.

Lamson turned to Harry, who was now on his knees. "You know Min, don't
you?" Min was the nickname of one of the boys, because of his
diminutive size.

"Poor Min!" said Harry, as he put his arm around him. "We will get you
out of this at once."

"But we are so hungry," cried Robert, as the tears streamed down his
face.

The boys were all crying now. The tears streaked their faces. Lolo was
very much affected, but he was a jewel in this emergency. He called to
Stut, and together they carried out Robert, and Harry, with his strong
arms, lifted Min as though he was a feather.

They were carried to the wagon, and tenderly laid on the clean, sweet
hay. Poor Min had fainted with the excitement, and Robert was not much
better. But who were the men?

When Harry returned to the hut he found the warriors around one of the
men, talking excitedly. He was a Saboro, and Stut recognized him as one
of his people, who, it was believed, had been sacrificed long before.
The other was a white man, and he was lying in a sort of stupor,
apparently not recognizing his visitors.

Harry spoke to him, and a