“I don’t think it’s safe to remain,” Ben contended.
“You boys may stay if you want to!” Jimmie exclaimed. “But Carl and I have had enough of this neck of the woods. We’ll take the Louise and fly over to Quito, and you can find us there when you get ready to move on. You boys certainly take the cake for not knowing what’s good for you!” he added with a grin.
“Oh, well, perhaps we’d all better go!” Glenn advised. “I don’t see anything nourishing in this part of the country, anyway. If you boys had only brought home a couple of fish it might have been different. I’m of the opinion that a square meal at Quito wouldn’t come amiss just now.”
“It’s so blooming dark I don’t know whether we can find the town or not,” suggested Carl.
“Oh, we can find it all right!” insisted Ben.
“If the savages let us!” exclaimed Jimmie excitedly.
CHAPTER III.
A MASTERLY RETREAT.
“I don’t see any savages!” replied Glenn.
“Can’t you hear them?” demanded Jimmie.
“I think I can smell something!” Carl exclaimed.