Desplaines and the others all tried to explain at once to Frank how
Sikaso had guessed what had happened when the boys did not return.
The Krooman had led the party by secret native trails to the cliff
top. Frank clasped the huge black's hand with real gratitude and
tears of thankfulness brimmed in his eyes.

"How can I ever thank you," he said.

"Um--white boys keep away Pool of Death, Sikaso much pleased,"
replied the Krooman turning slowly away with a sad expression on his
face.

"His own son was drowned in it several years ago," said M.
Desplaines briefly.




CHAPTER VI

A SNAP-SHOT FIEND IN TROUBLE


The morning after the events recorded in the last chapter was one of
these sparkling ones that are occasionally to be met with on the
West African coast and was the forerunner of a day of great bustle
and activity for the boys. With the vitality of healthy youth Harry
had completely recovered and was indeed surprised to find himself
feeling so good after what he had been through. Privately he
inspected his hair in the mirror to see if it had turned white and