Raal, the great warrior, that the little princess is safe.
Before two days are gone she will be under the protection of her own
people. Do not fear."

Raal smiled but looked eagerly toward his horse as if anxious to be
gone.

"Rest, my friends, and eat for the journey is hard and beset with many
dangers."

"What do you see, Master?" asked Dick again seating himself beside the
Hindu. "Shall we have to fight?"

"Yes, Dick Sahib, before two days are gone you will have to fight for
someone you love dearly." The Hindu gazed into the crystal and did not
speak for a long time. Then he straightened up and drew his hand
across his eyes.

"I do not see clearly. A fog shuts out the sight. It is not meant
that you should know. I cannot see!"

"Say Dick, don't put any stock in all that talk. I never thought you'd
fall for a lot of bunk like that. How can he tell, by looking into a
glass ball, what is going to happen?"

"Dan Sahib has still to learn what sorrow is. He will learn that
lesson soon. That much I see."

"What does he mean, Dick?" asked Dan nervously.

But the Mahatma had put away the crystal, wrapping it carefully in the
black cloth.

"There you've done it," scolded Dick. "We might have learned something
that would help us. Instead of that, you insult him, and it's all off!"

At that moment the chief of the Kungora tribe approached and with much
bowing announced that food was to be brought. The Mahatma retired to a
sheltered spot to eat alone and in meditation. Dan and Dick sat down
with the warriors.

"This is what I call service!" said Dan as a black boy spread large
leaves in front of him and deposited there a large roasted spurfowl.
There were large steaks of gazelle meat, wild apricots and a kind of
bread which the Mahatma had taught the natives to make, as he did not
eat flesh but lived on grains and fruit.

Hungrily the warriors set to on the meal, pulling the birds apart with
their fingers and devouring the bits in large mouthfuls.

"You would have made a good savage, Dan!" said Dick with a laugh, as he
watched his chum.

"I wouldn't mind belonging to this tribe," Dan retorted. "If they can
cook like this, I'm strong for them!"

But finally even Dan had to cry enough, for one course after another
was being served and it seemed as if the feasting might go on for days.
The Kungoras still sat in a semicircle about the visitors and later
Dick learned from the Mahatma that this was