“See anything?” Mr. Livingston asked him.
For a moment, Ken did not answer. Then he nodded.
“Someone has made camp down there. I can see two or three men—one of them doesn’t look like a native either. He looks a lot like—”
Breaking off, Ken offered the glass to Jack, who quickly raised it to his eyes.
“You tell me who it is,” he directed.
“It’s Captain Carter!” Jack exclaimed, stunned by his observation. “We all know what that means!”
“That bird must be trailing us deliberately!” burst out War. “He’s put out because we wouldn’t include him in the expedition. Now he’s following us just to be ornery!”
Chapter 13
A POISONED ARROW
It was bitterly cold when Jack, still drugged by sleep, forced himself to roll out of his eiderdown sleeping bag.
The fire, kept up during the night, had dwindled to glowing embers.