All saw him as he dropped like a shadow, naked as on his natal morn, landing springily on his bent knees, and like a shadow leaping along the run-way.

It was hard for them to realize that it was a man, for he seemed a weird jungle spirit, a goblin of the forest.

Only Binu Charley was not perturbed.

He flung his poisoned spear over the head of the captive at the flitting form.

It was a mighty cast, well intended, but the shadow, leaping, received the spear harmlessly between the legs, and, tripping upon it, was flung sprawling.
Before he could get away, Binu Charley was upon him, clutching him by his snow-white hair.