“Anything to eat?” demanded the boy.
“Bales of it!” answered Jimmie. “The savages never touched the Ann.”
Carl crept out of the opening and made his way to where Jimmie sat flat on the bole of a fallen tree eating ham sandwiches.
“Are there any left?” he asked.
“Half a bushel!”
“Then perhaps the others stand some chance of getting one or two.”
“There’s more than we can all eat before to-morrow morning,” Jimmie answered. “And if the relief train doesn’t come before that time we’ll mount the Ann and glide away.”
While the boys sat eating their sandwiches and enjoying the clear sweet air of the morning, there came an especially savage chorus of yells from the direction of the temple.
“The Indians seem to be a mighty enthusiastic race!” declared Jimmie. “Suppose we go to the Ann, grab the provisions, and go back to the temple just to see what they’re amusing themselves with now!”
This suggestion meeting with favor, the boys proceeded to the aeroplane which was only a short distance away and loaded themselves down with provisions and cartridges. During their journey they saw not the slightest indications of the Indians. It was quite evident that they were all occupied with the siege of the temple.