agonized manner.

The fall of their leader seemed to discourage the others. They
fought on for a while but it was half-heartedly. The boys had had
time in the brief pause that followed the killing of the "old-man"
to reload, and with their rifles newly charged they were in position
to make terrible reprisals on the gorilla band for the mischief they
had wrought. The monsters evidently were about to quit the battle
when suddenly a cry rang through the air that ended the fight more
abruptly than even the boys' bullets could have done.

"Ah-o-o-o-o-AH-O-O-O-O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

It was the voice of the mountain once more.

With yells of dismay and terror the remainder of the gorilla band
instantly dashed up the rocky mountain-side dragging with them, in
grotesquely human fashion some of their wounded. Several of these,
however, still lay on the ground and the boys put them out of their
misery with a few well-directed shots. A pathetically human look
lingered in the eyes of some of the injured gorillas and Harry burst
out with:

"This is awful work. I'd rather fight a dozen bands of cannibals
than have to do this."

"And yet," replied Frank, "if we hadn't killed them they'd have
killed us."

At last the unpleasant work was over and the ivory was rapidly