“Something’s wrong!” Mr. Livingston exclaimed, pulling himself painfully to his feet.
He and the Scouts went quickly to investigate. The bearers had clustered about Pedro, who was examining some object he held in his hand.
“What is it, Pedro?” Mr. Livingston questioned.
“Poison arrow.”
“Where did you get it, Pedro?”
“Found on trail near camp.”
“Apparently shot with an atlatl or throwing stick,” Mr. Livingston said. “The ancient Incas used them.”
Pedro nodded solemnly.
“Very bad omen,” he asserted. “Arrow poisoned.”
“But it wasn’t shot at any member of our party,” Mr. Livingston pointed out. “Tell your boys that finding the arrow means nothing.”