CHAPTER X.—A CAMPFIRE IN THE JUNGLE
“What do you mean by something worth while?” demanded Alex, busy with pancakes at the electric stove.
“It probably isn’t a dog!” laughed Jule.
“You let Captain Joe alone,” commanded Alex, “or I’ll instruct him to make a supper of you. He’s some dog!”
“Where can any cargo procured here be disposed of?” asked Clay, hopefully, remembering the empty purse.
“There’s a little town up the river where vessels bound for Europe take on cargoes,” Frank explained, with a knowing smile, “and we may find something we can get rid of if we tell them we need the money.”
“We need the money, fast enough,” Case grumbled. “If someone hadn’t let the gasoline run away we’d have plenty now! Wonder it didn’t set fire to the boat!”
“Growl, bear, growl!” laughed Jule.
“Whose heard anything of the Señorita to-day?” asked Case, as they all lounged on the forward deck after supper.
“I think she must have gone back,” Clay answered. “I haven’t seen or heard her for two days.”