Fred and Andy walked back in the direction of the camp with Ira Small hobbling after them. They had covered not more than half the distance when Andy gave a sudden cry.
“Look what’s going on in camp!” he exclaimed. “What in the world are those things, anyway?”
Fully two dozen small forms were moving rapidly in and around the camp. What was being done neither of the boys could surmise until suddenly Fred let out a yell of dismay.
“They’re monkeys! What do you know about that!”
“They must be the monkeys from the wrecked yacht,” answered his cousin. “And look! Do you see what they’re doing? They’re carrying off our things!”
CHAPTER XXVII
AT THE WALL OF ROCKS
Had it not been such a serious situation, the two Rover boys would have been inclined to laugh at what was happening. But they realized that the canned food and other things in the camp meant a great deal to them, and they did not intend that the monkeys should make away with the stuff.
“Get out of there! Scoot! Scat!” yelled Fred, running forward.
He was followed by his cousin, and in a moment more both boys found themselves in the midst of the simians. The monkeys chattered and squeaked in alarm, but none of them seemed to be inclined to retreat. Many of them had found something to eat, and the others were snooping around, doing their best to tear open packages or break open some of the canned goods.