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Updated: September 18, 2025
From our places of concealment we will watch them but they shall not see us." "What would Choflo say?" one of the more timid ones asked. "We will not ask Choflo," another promptly replied. "He says too many things and always makes us do the things we hate to do." "You forget," Oomah advised them, "that Choflo is leader of the tribe. So long as he lives he must be obeyed."
When the rumbling voice was hushed for any length of time Oomah knew that the Black Phantom was on the hunt for food, or was out to slay, and redoubled his vigilance. Like his brethren of the more earthy, spotted color, the black monster never roared while in quest of victims.
And of the identity of that creature there was little question. It could be none other than the Black Phantom. A thrill came over Oomah not of fear but of the anticipation of success. He had at last found his quarry and would lay a neat trap that the shadowy one would all unsuspectingly enter. His victory was assured. The youth entered the forest and continued on his way.
Not long after, the hunters filed into the forest and Oomah watched them go with yearning eyes. A whole week passed before the hunting party returned. But their hands were empty; they bore no evidence that their mission had been successful. As for Warruk, the Jaguar, he had considered his score with Mata settled. She had been punished for the injury she had inflicted on him.
Or wait until the darkest hour of night for a silent stalk and lightning spring! The latter seemed more probable so Oomah lost no time in seeking the protection of a great tree-trunk to forestall attack from the rear, and in building a fire to ward off the onslaught from in front. Between the two, he felt reasonably secure.
In haste she knelt by his side and placed one hand over his heart; it was fluttering weakly. She rushed to the river and brought water in a folded plantain leaf and dashed it into his face. After that she pried open his eyelids with her fingers. Oomah regained his senses with a start and his eyes met the grimaces of the delighted Nechi. "Sabana is not dead!" she exclaimed.
There would be a feast indeed, with two captives instead of one. The newcomer also carried the flag of truce the tuft of white feathers; but the emblem would be of no avail if the report of the hunters would be unfavorable. "I would speak to my tribesman," he said, "here, where all may hear." They brought Oomah and formed a circle around the two.
A cap of a joint of slender bamboo was fitted over the end of the missile to prevent the rain from washing away the supposed poison, and it was ready to be delivered to Oomah. Choflo had been guilty of treachery of the vilest kind.
It was a silent group that watched him depart, for they felt that he would not return; and in their grief they entirely forgot Choflo's dire predictions for themselves in the event that Oomah was unsuccessful in his quest. In their hearts they rebelled at the dictum of their leader but the long habit of obedience caused them to suppress their resentment. So they merely looked sad and said nothing.
Oomah gathered up his bow, a pack of arrows of various types to use in procuring game, and a small bag of food, and without a word vanished into the night. The last thing the watchers saw was the tuft of white feathers which had been inserted in his head-band. The youth did not go far.
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