Indy walks quickly through the tangled vegetation, and you follow. You know he said no questions, but you can’t help asking him anyway.
“How did you know I was in that hut?”
“I happened to be in the neighborhood and I heard the drums saying Chow Time,” Indy explains.
Suddenly he stops and holds a finger to his lips. Indy hears footsteps and so do you.
From behind a tree a young African man, wearing a thin leather vest and shorts, steps into the path. He stands with a rifle poised and a small monkey curled around his shoulders.
“Is that Indy?” the man calls out.
“No, it’s Groucho Marx,” Indy says.
The African lowers his rifle and smiles.
“Kid, this is Jamal, my interpreter and guide.”
Jamal shakes your hand, and his monkey, Bubu, does the same. “Indy save your life? Mine, too. I think he would save everyone’s life.”
Then Jamal listens closely to the distant drums. “The cannibals are very angry and confused,” he says. “Perhaps we should not camp so close to their village tonight.”
“Don’t worry about them,” Indy says. “They’ll never attack us.”


If you are worried about the cannibals, turn to page 24.

If you think the cannibals will leave you alone, catch a nap on page 58.