Therefore very soon they overtook the dwarfs and even got in front of them, heading them off from the forest.

The end may be guessed,--save a few whom they reserved alive, they killed them mercilessly, and almost without loss to themselves, since the little forest folk were too terrified and exhausted to shoot at them with their poisoned arrows, and they had no other weapons.
In fact, as Alan discovered afterwards, for generations there had been war between them, since all the other tribes hate the dwarfs, whom they look upon as dangerous human monkeys, and never before had the big men found such a chance of squaring their account.
When Jeekie saw this fearful-looking company, for the first time his spirits seemed to fail him.
"Ogula!" he exclaimed with a groan and sat himself upon a flat rock, pulling Alan down beside him.

"Ogula! Know them by hair and spears," he repeated.

"Up gum tree now, say good-night." "Why?
Who are they ?" gasped Alan.
"Great cannibal, Major, eat man, eat us to-night, or perhaps to-morrow morning when we nice and cool.

Say prayers, Major, quick no time waste." "I think I will shoot an Ogula or two first," said Alan grimly, as he stood up and lifted his gun.
"No, not shoot, no good.