The puma and the boy rested for a time, while Polulu licked his wounds, and when Bomba went on again the puma accompanied him for some distance through the jungle.
It was getting late, and Bomba began to wonder whether he would be able to visit the village of the Araos and return on the same day.
He could spend the night in the jungle, of course. He had done it many times before and had not been afraid. Now, especially with Polulu to guard him, he would be safe enough.
But Casson! There was always Casson. At any time now he might be made the victim of an attack by the fierce head-hunters of Nascanora. And when that time came, if it should come, Bomba wanted to be at the old man’s side to live or die with him as fate might determine.
He pushed on as fast as he could, the faithful Polulu
