surprise attack had caused the natives to flee
without taking anything.

The feast was served in the clearing before the ruins of Chief
Mobogoma's house. There a big fire was kept burning and by its light
the warriors gorged themselves with roasted game, corn and other
products of the garden patches and then finished off with quantities of
bananas and other fruit.

Ray and Dick ate sparingly as was their habit, and the Mahatma
contented himself with a little food and that of the plainest, but Dan
Carter joined the warriors in disposing of huge quantities of roasted
and broiled meat.

The savages showed their delight in his prowess.

"Dan good!" said Kural.

"Dan big chief!" replied Kurt, his mouth full, and reached into a stew
pot with a forked stick.

As the boy smiled at them, waving a bone that he was gnawing, Dick sang
out:

"Take care, Dan! I was tipped off that the Kungoras smuggled in part
of a Muta-Kunga brave among the stew meat."

Dan pulled back hastily and stared at the big pot in which vegetables
and chunks of meat were mingled.

"You take?" asked Kurul.

"Stew good!" suggested Kurt with a broad smile.

"No thanks," gasped Dan Carter, turning a little pale. "I don't--think
I care--for any more."

He got up hastily and left the circle of heavy eaters.

"Lost your appetite?" laughed Dick.

"No, not exactly. I just--think I've had--enough! Guess I'll take a
little walk!" And Dan disappeared on the trot.

Ray gave Dick a reproachful look. "Is that nice?" she asked. But she
was unable to keep back a smile.

"Dan Sahib is bound to the wheel of fleshly enjoyment," remarked the
Mahatma. "He must learn to restrain his appetites."

"Especially his appetite for stew, when dining with jungle blacks!"
laughed Dick.

The meal was prolonged far into the night and broken by exhibitions of
tribal dances. First the Gorols pranced about the fire in single file.
They bent low, shuffling along and uttering monkey-like cries, while to
make the resemblance perfect they had tied long twigs to their belts,
so that they waggled like tails during the dance.

With their dark skins, long thin arms and legs and primitive features,
they looked more like ape-men than ever and Ray and Dick shouted with
laughter.

Dan Carter returned to the circle, attracted by the noise.

"Get in line, Dan, you are all that's needed to complete the picture,"
his friend kidded him.

"I don't--think I feel--like danci