They passed about a hundred yards away, waving their arms and shouting furiously.

One of them even fired a shot, which missed Quest by only a few inches.
"They say they are coming back," the Professor muttered.

"Who's this?
It's the Chief and--" "Our search is over, at any rate," Quest interrupted.

"It's Craig!" They came galloping up, Craig in white linen clothes and an Arab cloak; the Chief by his side--a fine, upright man with long grey beard; behind, three Mongars, their rifles already to their shoulders.

The Chief wheeled up his horse as he came within twenty paces of the little party.
"White! English!" he shouted.