The next moment Mark was holding the little black, boyish hand in his and pointing in the direction where the injured pigmy was nestled in his skin bed. "Come," said Mak. "Doctor come;" and leaving Mark holding on by the pigmy's hand, he led the way as if quite at home, passing between the trees, while first one and then another of the little tribe glided away to right and left, seen for a moment, and then disappearing in the deep shade, till their stalwart guide stopped short and waited till the whole of the party had closed up. Then, as if satisfied that he had done his part, he drew back a bit and pointed downward. "Well, Mark, what next?" said the doctor. "That's the spot where the little wounded fellow is lying," said Mark. "But I can do nothing here in this darkness," said the doctor. "We must have a light." "Oh," cried Mark excitedly, "how stupid! Here, I know; Mak shall tell them to make a fire in the opening, and he must carry the poor little fellow out." "Oh, I have provided for that," said the doctor, and swinging round his knapsack he took it off and opened it, and in a very few minutes he had struck a match, which blazed up brightly and brought forth a low murmur of excitement from the hidden pigmies who evidently surrounded them. "Never saw a match before," said Mark, as if to himself, while directly after as the wick of a little lamp burned up brightly behind the glass which sheltered its flame, there was another murmur of astonishment and a faint rustling sound as of a tiny crowd collecting to see this wonder which gave light like a brand taken from a fire. It was but a small flame, but sufficient to find reflectors in many eyes which peered behind the trees, and as by the light of this little illumination the doctor went down on one knee beside the wounded pigmy, who gazed up at him in wonder, he drew off the white handkerchief, the one with which Dan had supplied Mark clean washed that morning. "Come closer, Mark," said the doctor. "I want you to hold the lamp." Mark released the hand of the little savage, which clung to his tightly, and went round behind the injured pigmy's head, meeting the wondering eyes, and laying his hand upon the little fellow's head with a friendly touch, before gazing anxiously down and watching the doctor's movements. There was a faint gasp to follow the doctor's first touch, and a low thrilling sound arose, evidently from a group of watchers behind the trees. "Medical men go through strange experiences, Mark," said the doctor, in a low tone, "but not many have such a case as this." "'Tis rather horrid," said Mark. "Hold the light lower, so as to throw it just upon his shoulder." Mark obeyed. "Well, I suppose I had better go on," said the doctor quietly, "and hope that I shall not have half a dozen spears stuck into me if my patient shrieks out." "Shall you hurt him much?" said Mark. "I shall hurt him," said the doctor, upon whose busy fingers the light now played.