Carl came panting through the undergrowth, and Jimmie pointed with a hand which was not quite steady at the two figures in the underbrush just back of him.
“Look what I’ve found!” he whispered.
“Did you call me up to give me my share?” asked Carl. “If you did, I don’t want it! You’re welcome to everything you find in that line!”
“Gee!” Jimmie exclaimed. “I wish we were back by the machines!”
“I wish so, too!” Carl put in. “I wonder why they stand there looking at us in that way.”
“Maybe they’re out after supper, too!” remarked Jimmie.
“Do they eat folks?” asked Carl.
“The savages who come over from the Amazon valley eat folks,” Jimmie answered, “and those fellows look as if they came from that neighborhood.”
“Let’s start on up toward camp and see if they will interfere!” suggested Carl.
“Have you got a gun with you?” asked Jimmie.