The sun was setting over the falls by the time that the Green Man, the stranger and his party reached the place where they were to camp. The tribesmen who had been detailed to watch them began to pitch camp. The Green Man examined the deep jungle with fascination.
"The Great Jungle God is worried?" Trevelyan asked.
"No," the Green Man replied. "I have never been worried until I have known the foe I fight. At the moment, all I know is that people have vanished."
With those words, the Green Man walked into the jungle, the South African agent at his side. The tribesmen made to warn them, only to be warned away by the Green Man. The men walked back, allowing the Green Man to move on, unmolested.
"What is it?" Trevelyan asked.
"Nothing," the Green Man replied. "Do you hear it?"
"Hear what?" Trevelyan asked curiously.
"Nothing," the Green Man chuckled. "Not a bird, not a monkey. Nothing."
The agent fell silent. The Green Man walked forward, until they came to a clearing. There, they saw the sunset glinting off a massive satellite dish.
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