"I think they are sending for more warriors."

"How many more can they depend on from their tribes?"

"Not more than one hundred and fifty or two hundred."

"Do you think it is possible, Blakely, that they have learned of the
force which we have sent to the Cataract?"

"This movement to the east seems to indicate it."

"In order to satisfy yourself it would be wise for you to ascertain
their actions at once."

"I have selected a hundred picked men, and shall take the field this
afternoon. I have suspicions that they are delaying on account of
reinforcements, or waiting for reports from the runners which they have,
no doubt, sent to the Cataract."

"I was rather stupid in that matter," exclaimed the Professor. "I had
overlooked the fact that the Kurabus were the ones who attacked us at
the Cataract, and as they know its locality it is but natural they
should make an advance in that quarter."

Blakely and his men were on the way within a half hour after this
conversation. This was now the fifth day after the departure of John.

The Professor, and the chiefs, Oma and Suros, were in daily
consultation, and together were developing a plan by which the different
tribal interests could be welded together, and to establish a form of
government which would be agreeable to all.

On the morning of the sixth day, after John's party left the Brabos'
village, three of the hunters who were of the party delegated to bring
in game, and one of whom had been instructed in the use of the gun,
captured two Kurabus within a mile of the Cataract.

These were brought to John at once, and there was high glee at the
success of the hunters. Harry was the first to see the captives and he
rushed in to John with this information:

"The hunters have captured two Kurabus, and who do you suppose is one of
them? He is the fellow we wounded and brought here with us. Don't you
remember the one we carried out at the time I put an inscription on his
litter?"

John smiled, as he recalled the litter. His association with the
different ones made him fairly well acquainted with the language by this
time; but Uraso and Muro were present. As they were brought in, John
looked at them and his brow darkened, as he addressed them sternly.

"Why are you here?"

They cringed before his piercing look.

"Answer me! Do you want us to kill all of your people? Did you tell your
chief when we let you go, that we did not want war, but peace?"

Neither of