“I thought of that. But I’d rather climb up one of these big trees and take a look around.”
“All right,—if you can get up.” Frank gazed along the trunk of one of the monsters. “It will be no easy task.”
“The vines will aid me,” answered Mark, and made his preparations to ascend the tree without further delay.
As Frank had said, it was no easy task, and it was fully quarter of an hour before Mark was half way to the top of the giant of the jungle.
“Can you see anything?” called up Frank.
“Not yet, but I am getting on a level with the trees around this one,” was the reply. Mark continued to climb. It was now easier work, for at the top of the tree the branches were closer together than they were below.
“Hurrah! the river!” came the cry. “Frank, we are not so far away from it after all.”
“In what direction?” demanded the younger boy.
“To the northward. We have become badly turned around I can tell you.”
“Do you see anything of the camp?”