there was little doubt that either of the others could hurl his
poisoned javelin the intervening distance.

The only way of defeating such a movement was for the white man to
secure "the drop" on them, but, in one sense that was impossible.
Unable to understand the words spoken, they were equally unacquainted
with the weapons of the pale face, and would, doubtless pay no heed to
the most threatening demonstration on his part.

"Take my advice and come back," called Jared Long; "keep your face
toward them and blaze away, and I'll do my part!"

Instead of adopting the suggestion of his friend, the Professor slowed
his pace, still making his gestures of good will. However, when fifty
steps away, he came to a dead halt.

He had advanced three-fourths the distance, and, if the others were
willing to accept his offers, they should signify it by coming forward
and meeting him where he had stopped.

While moving forward in this guarded manner, Grimcke was prudent enough
to edge over toward the woods, which were now so close to his right
side as to be instantly available. When he came to a stop also it was
near the trunk of a large tree, no more than a yard distant.

"The Professor is cunning," reflected Jared Long, watching every
movement; "he'll whisk behind the tree the instant one of them makes a
move. Helloa! what's up now?"

To the astonishment of both white men the native with the bow shifted