He, too, remained with Tudor.
Binu Charley led the way, by proxy, however, for, by means of the poisoned spear, he drove the captive bushman ahead.

The run-way still ran through the dank and rotten jungle, and they knew no villages would be encountered till rising ground was gained.

They plodded on, panting and sweating in the humid, stagnant air.

They were immersed in a sea of wanton, prodigal vegetation.

All about them the huge-rooted trees blocked their footing, while coiled and knotted climbers, of the girth of a man's arm, were thrown from lofty branch to lofty branch, or hung in tangled masses like so many monstrous snakes.