Native Revenge

African drums are talking. Spotted sunlight feeds from the floor of the forest, and daytime twilight becomes a wall of inky blackness. The harmless chatter of monkeys changes to the morn of the hyena. The soft calling of birds to the snarling cry of the hunting cat.

The beauty of the forest is blotted out. Death stalks abroad, and the night becomes hideous with the screams of its unwilling victims. Beauty and death go hand in hand. This is Africa. In the village of the leopard men, Iphabe, the mysterious native girl who has just broken the charm of death cast on Jack

by Milini, the witch doctor, hands the professor a beautiful golden goblet with strange carvings on it. Professor Edwards identifies the cup as a very old Egyptian work with Roman lettering and of great value. The girl promises to tell him whether or many more, but first the party must rest for a while, as the place is many days March from the village.

We find the professor and Jack just awakening after a full 12 hours sleep. Oh, oh, Jack. You up on board already? Time is in. Four o'clock, son. Is in? Hi, George. Oh. Well, I slept the clock around.

Soon be sunset. By the way, how do you feel now? Oh, fine. I've been waiting for the last 15 minutes to ask you what happened. Last thing I remember was probably telling me to sleep.

I guess I did. You did, soundly. She saved your life, my boy. The probably? Oh, hello, uncle. Oh, that smells good. Banana cakes, eh? Oh, good, buh-uh. Let me get my boots on, I'll be with you.