“The noise is increasing,” said Kennedy, again, after a lapse of a few moments. “Yes! something’s coming up toward us—climbing.” “Keep watch on this side, and I’ll take care of the other.” “Very good!” There they were, isolated at the top of one of the larger branches shooting out in the midst of one of those miniature forests called baobab-trees. The darkness, heightened by the density of the foliage, was profound; however, Joe, leaning over to Kennedy’s ear and pointing down the tree, whispered: “The blacks! They’re climbing toward us.” The two friends could even catch the sound of a few words uttered in the lowest possible tones. Joe gently brought his rifle to his shoulder as he spoke. “Wait!” said Kennedy. Some of the natives had really climbed the baobab, and now they were seen rising on all sides, winding along the boughs like reptiles, and advancing slowly but surely, all the time plainly enough discernible, not merely to the eye but to the nostrils, by the horrible odors of the rancid grease with which they bedaub their bodies. Ere long, two heads appeared to the gaze of Kennedy and Joe, on a level with the very branch to which they were clinging. “Attention!” said Kennedy. “Fire!” The double concussion resounded like a thunderbolt and died away into cries of rage and pain, and in a moment the whole horde had disappeared. But, in the midst of these yells and howls, a strange, unexpected—nay what seemed an impossible—cry had been heard! A human voice had, distinctly, called aloud in the French language— “Help! help!” Kennedy and Joe, dumb with amazement, had regained the car immediately. “Did you hear that?” the doctor asked them. “Undoubtedly, that supernatural cry, ‘_À moi! à moi!_’ comes from a Frenchman in the hands of these barbarians!” “A traveller.” “A missionary, perhaps.” “Poor wretch!” said Kennedy, “they’re assassinating him—making a martyr of him!” The doctor then spoke, and it was impossible for him to conceal his emotions. “There can be no doubt of it,” he said; “some unfortunate Frenchman has fallen into the hands of these savages. We must not leave this place without doing all in our power to save him. When he heard the sound of our guns, he recognized an unhoped-for assistance, a providential interposition. We shall not disappoint his last hope. Are such your views?” “They are, doctor, and we are ready to obey you.” “Let us, then, lay our heads together to devise some plan, and in the morning we’ll try to rescue him.” “But how shall we drive off those abominable blacks?” asked Kennedy. “It’s quite clear to me, from the way in which they made off, that they are unacquainted with fire-arms. We must, therefore, profit by their fears; but we shall await daylight before acting, and then we can form our plans of rescue according to circumstances.” “The poor captive cannot be far off,” said Joe, “because—” “Help! help!” repeated the voice, but much more feebly this time.