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We had trekked but a short way into the jungle when the leader of the small men held up his hand for silence. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #6)

Within the stockade, too, we could hear the chanting of the people and the beating of sticks, carried in the hands of dancers. I knew the stockade, for it was the same from which we had, earlier, stolen away in the night. Two days ago the leader of the small people had led me into the jungle, leaving behind the clearing where we had secured the lovely talunas, their necks at the mercy of the panga. We had trekked but a short way into the jungle when the leader of the small men held up his hand for silence. I had then heard, as I had once before, but had been unable to place the noise, the sound, that strange sound, as of a small wind moving leaves. I had heard it before on the edge of the lagoon, but had not understood it. Soon, as we approached more closely, quietly, the sound became much louder. - (Explorers of Gor)