Neither had made
a noise that would have been appreciable to human ears at a dozen
paces.
Stopping often to listen they crept forward through the trees. That
both were greatly puzzled was apparent from the questioning looks
they cast at one another from time to time. Finally the lad caught
a glimpse of a palisade a hundred yards ahead, and beyond it the
tops of some goatskin tents and a number of thatched huts. His
lip upcurled in a savage snarl. Blacks! How he hated them. He
signed to Akut to remain where he was while he advanced to reconnoiter.
Woe betide the unfortunate villager whom The Killer came upon now.
Slinking through the lower branches of the trees, leaping lightly
from one jungle giant to its neighbor where the distance was not
too great, or swinging from one hand hold to another Korak came
silently toward the village. He heard a voice beyond the palisade and
toward that he made his way. A great tree overhung the enclosure
at the very point from which the voice came. Into this Korak crept.
His spear was ready in his hand. His ears told him of the proximity
of a human being.
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