“Nor I,” said Cyril; “but its much fresher out here.”
“Yes, we have left the dry region behind, to get into the land of rains and many waters. We saw no such forests as those which are spread before us even at this height.”
“Is this high, sir?” asked Cyril.
“Yes, my lad, about nine thousand feet.”
“And shall we go back the same way?” asked Perry.
“Possibly, my lad, but more probably not. It depends upon the way the Indians treat us.”
“But we can never find our way back any other way,” cried Cyril. “Don’t think about it. We should be lost up here in these mountains.”
“No, because we have a guide with us, my boy, and if I can help it, he will not leave us till he has seen us safely back.”
Cyril said nothing, but the thought occurred to him:
“Suppose we wake some fine morning, and the guides are gone.”