“Whatever we do, we’ll have to do it fast,” Ken urged. “Our chances to get away lessen every minute.”
“Okay, let’s go,” proposed War. “Anything’s better than this hut.”
Thinking of Pedro, Jack still hesitated. “Go,” the guide advised. “Send help. Go!”
“We’ll make it to Cuya somehow,” Jack assured him. “Before you know it, we’ll be back here for you.”
Their minds now made up, the four Scouts quitted the hut. War and Willie supported Mr. Livingston, while Jack and Ken went ahead to search for supplies.
They were midway through the deserted village when an indistinct figure glided toward them. The Scouts halted, and waited tensely.
Then they saw that it was Ino, the Medicine Man.
Strangely, he spoke no word, but motioned for them to follow him. At the same time, he pressed into Jack’s hand two canteens of water, and a supply of concentrated food.
“Canteens!” the crew leader exclaimed. “Not ours either! This concentrated food though, is some that must have been taken from Hap, War and Willie when they were captured.”
“Ino’s trying to help us!” Ken cried. “Maybe he was responsible for everyone being away from the village. Our pal!”