"Now, if you can see the place of punishment, point it out to me."
"Behold, it is there," answered the savage, pointing. "You may see the
guard that has been stationed round about the prisoner."
And, indeed, as von Schalckenberg looked ahead, a small dark blotch
beneath a group of thorn-trees resolved itself into a body of some fifty
fully-armed warriors grouped in a circle round something else that lay
stretched out upon the ground.
"Do you see that party of savages ahead, Elphinstone?" demanded the
professor. "Make straight for them."
"Right! I see them," answered Sir Reginald. And, as he spoke, the
ladies, escorted by Mildmay, vanished within the pilot-house on their
way below.
A moment later the _Flying Fish_ was sweeping over M'Bongwele's village,
the inhabitants of which could be seen scuttling into their huts, like
so many rabbits into their holes, evidently in a state of lively terror
at the portentous reappearance of the well-remembered ship of the Four
Spirits wending its way toward the spot where the king's latest victim
had that morning been led forth to undergo the torture.