“I don’t care. Didn’t the old Aztecs make human sacrifices?”
“Yes, but these men aren’t Aztecs.”
“How do you know?”
“How do I know? Of course they aren’t! They’re Americans, all right.”
“But they’ve got some queer secret in that shed,” declared Nat obstinately.
“True enough,” admitted Jack, “and we’re going to discover what it is, if possible. But now let’s get something to eat. I’m hungry.”
They found a good fireplace in the log cabin, and plenty of dry wood, and soon had a roaring blaze going. They prepared a simple meal, finding a sufficient supply of dishes in the place, and after eating heartily of the food they had brought along, they felt better. It was getting late in the afternoon, and they prepared to spend the night in the hut.
“I wonder if Budge and Long Gun will worry about our not coming back?” asked Sam.
“No,” replied Jack, “for I told Budge I didn’t see how we could return, in case we were successful in getting to the mysterious camp.”