"That's too easy. Look
out for a trap."
"Let us appeal to their kind hearts," Jeff urged. "I think they
will help us. Perhaps they've got knives."
"It's no use rushing them, anyhow," I was absolutely holding
on to Terry. "We know they can out-run and out-climb us."
He reluctantly admitted this; and after a brief parley among
ourselves, we all advanced slowly toward them, holding out our
hands in token of friendliness.
They stood their ground till we had come fairly near, and
then indicated that we should stop. To make sure, we advanced
a step or two and they promptly and swiftly withdrew. So we
stopped at the distance specified. Then we used their language,
as far as we were able, to explain our plight, telling how we were
imprisoned, how we had escaped--a good deal of pantomime here and
vivid interest on their part--how we had traveled by night and hidden
by day, living on nuts--and here Terry pretended great hunger.
I know he could not have been hungry; we had found plenty
to eat and had not been sparing in helping ourselves.
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