“And all this brings up the old questions,” Jimmie said. “How did the Redfern bunch know that any one of our airships would show up here? How did they secure the presence of an agent so far in the interior in so short a time? I think I’ve asked these questions before!” he added, grinning.
“But I have no recollection of their ever having been answered,” said Sam.
“Say,” questioned Jimmie, with a wink at Carl, “how long is this seance going to last without food? I’d like to know if we’re never going to have another breakfast.”
“There’s something to eat in the provision boxes of the Ann,” Sam replied hopefully.
“Yes,” said Jimmie sorrowfully, “and there’s a bunch of angry savages between us and the grub on board the Ann! If you look out the door, you’ll see the brutes inviting us to come out and be cooked!”
The prisoner threw a startled glance outside and ran to the back of the temple, declaring that the savages were besieging the temple, and that it might be necessary for them to lock themselves in the chamber for days with the slain jaguars!
Jimmie rubbed his stomach and groaned!
CHAPTER XVII.
THE LOST TELEGRAMS.
On the morning following the departure of Sam and the boys, Mr. Havens was awakened by laughing voices in the corridor outside his door. His first impression was that Sam and Jimmie had returned from their midnight excursion in the Ann. He arose and, after dressing hastily, opened the door, thinking that the adventures of the night must have been very amusing indeed to leave such a hang-over of merriment for the morning.
When he saw Ben and Glenn standing in the hall he confessed to a feeling of disappointment, but invited the lads inside without showing it.