“No, it is too late to do that now. I suggest that we rest to-night and to-morrow try to see how the situation is. Then we can attack with some chance of victory. Chako can probably tell us which side to make the advance against. And then----” “By jove! I have it!” suddenly cried Joe. “The very thing for a night attack.” “What?” asked Blake. “Fireworks!” went on his chum. “You know we have quite a box of them that we got in Entebbe, expecting to use them in trading with some of the native chiefs, but we haven’t even opened them. They’re still in the water-tight package. Now what’s the matter with using them in the attack?” “The very thing!” exclaimed the sergeant. “Couldn’t be better. We’ll attack to-morrow night. Now to get some rest and when it’s daylight we’ll see if we can spy out the camp.” With Chako to lead them, Sergeant Hotchkiss, Blake and Joe made a cautious advance on the village early the next day. Mr. Duncan and C. C. Piper were left behind to stand guard, for there was no telling when a party of the kidnappers might take a notion to penetrate the jungle. Approaching cautiously, the two moving picture boys and the sergeant, guided by the messenger, soon came within sight of the native village. It was a typical one, with the thatched mud huts--many of them--arranged in some sort of order. One large hut, in the middle of the village, seemed to be that of one of the chief men, and Chako whispered that it was there the king dwelt. “And what are those smaller huts near his--the huts where the men stand in front with spears?” Mr. Hotchkiss wanted to know. “The white captives are there,” was the answer. “The young girl and Missis Brown and her man.” “My sister there!” exclaimed Joe, with sparkling eyes. “Oh, I hope I can soon see her.” “Patience,” counseled the sergeant. “Now to plot out the best method of advance.” They were looking down on the village from a little hill to the north of it. The native town lay in a clearing in the jungle that surrounded it on all sides. “I don’t see any better way of making the attack than from here,” said Mr. Hotchkiss, after a pause. “It is easy to reach from our camp, too.” “Then we’ll attack from here?” asked Blake. “One party will. The other will circle around and execute a flank movement. We’ll have them between two fires, and I guess that will take them by surprise. It may be possible to rout them without any serious loss. I hope so, for I don’t want to take lives--not even of these savages.” “I think the fireworks will do the work,” declared Joe. The scouts returned to the camp and the plans were talked over and finally decided on. The attack was to be made just before daybreak, as Chako said the Africans always slept the heaviest then, and even the sentinels would probably be dozing after their hearty meal of meat.