At the sight of Tahara, the new king, who was now ruler of both the tribes, Wabiti fell flat on his face and crawled forward to embrace the young monarch's ankles.
His followers prostrated themselves at the same moment, all but the drummers, who stood to one side beating furiously upon the instruments with their flat hands.
The words came from the aged Wabiti in a submissive growling voice from the pit of his stomach. His gray head was almost between Dick Oakwood's feet.
Kulki echoed the words in a ringing shout.
"Tahara, hal! Tahara!"
All the Gorol tribe followed, chanting at the top of their lungs, while the women and girls repeated the words of submission in shrill, piercing voices.
The uproar terrified the brightly plumaged birds in the treetops and sent the curious little monkeys scuttling to safety.
Dick was about to raise Wabiti to his feet, when Dan remarked, "Let hi