"It's this way," stated MacInnis.  "About eight o'clock this morning the airplane that is racing you came in.  It was the first machine of the kind the natives had ever seen, and they were greatly frightened, thinking Jobbajobba, one of their heathen devils, had appeared in the guise of a great bird, and was about to attack the children of the wicked of them.  When the aviators climbed out, and they saw that they were human, they lost some of this fear, but remained at a respectable distance all the time the 'great bird was being given a drink.'  Then two of the men--one was the slender and dark-complexioned fellow--went into the town sight-seeing.  In the course of their rounds they stole the ivory head, set with gold eyes and teeth, off of the body of one of the tribe's most cherished idols, the god of Ogu Nogo.  This was not discovered until the aviators had departed in their airplane, but then the Fulbees were wild with rage at the 'bird-men,' as they called them, and swore to kill them if they should ever return.  To-night they observed you landing, as I did.  They are now in hiding, probably with weapons, and are undoubtedly watching your every move, ready to strike when the time comes, thinking you to be those other fellows or men of as evil instincts.  As I said, I fear for your lives if you tarry here."  And as he finished he once more glanced nervously around at the huts and shacks in the gloom of the fast-gathering night.