"Let's get out," replied Dot. "They might possibly be here, you know. Besides, I'm crazy to see their camp."
Linda brought the autogiro to earth and the girls climbed out cautiously, their revolvers in readiness, lest the enemy appear. But there was no human sound—nothing but the birds and the insects.
"Watch out for snakes, Dot!" warned Linda. "I'd almost rather meet the Doc than a snake, I believe."
They walked carefully towards the camp only to find it absolutely deserted.
"Let's look all around," suggested Linda, who remembered everything only too well. "We'll begin with the mess-tent."
Quietly at first, they snooped around, peering into boxes of provisions, looking under the cots, behind the tents, and, when they were quite sure that they were alone, they began to act more natural, to laugh and joke with each other.
Linda showed Dot the tent which she had shared with Susie that one night of her captivity, and they both smiled over the sight of the magazine which had led to Linda's escape.
"We could even stay here all night if we had to," Dot remarked. "Seems comfortable enough."
Linda shuddered.
"Never again!" she protested. "But we may as well eat some lunch before we fly to that island. I'm hungry."