“All right, then,” Frank continued, “we’ll tie up right here, in that little bay, and see what sort of a country Ecuador is.”
“I’d like to go into the interior,” Clay remarked.
“It seems that the forest is more open here than on the Madeira.”
“It surely is,” Alex confirmed, “and I move that we go back from the river a short distance and look up a jaguar or an ant-eater.”
“Whoo—pee!”
This from Jule, who at once began pulling on a pair of long-legged boots he had brought with him from Chicago. The boy was always obsessed to get into the forest.
“What about weapons?” asked Clay.
“I’ll take my bean-shooter,” Alex proposed.
“What’s that?” asked Frank.
“Bean-shooter?”