“And Joe and I were to take motion pictures when we get started on camelback,” said Bob proudly.
“Speaking of animal life,” began Mr. Lewis, “suppose in the morning we get out in the open country and see if we can collect any specimens. From what I’ve read and heard, I guess it is necessary to go at least as far as Arba before we would find a region that is worth hunting in.”
“I’m with you,” said Mr. Holton. “We’ll engage an automobile to take us the fourteen miles or so to Arba, and then foot it from there. It will be funny if we can’t bag a few worth-while specimens, at least.”
“Of course Joe and I can go, can’t we?” grinned Bob.
“You bet. And Dr. Kirshner and Fekmah, if they care to.”
But those persons announced that they would remain in Algiers and further discuss the coming expedition.
“Then too,” the archæologist remarked, “I’d like to keep posted on the progress made in getting the train ready for the journey to Wargla.”
It was well past noon, and the explorers now realized for the first time that they were extremely hungry. The strain of the eventful morning had stimulated their appetites to a high degree, and they felt they could devour almost anything in the way of food.
“Lead me to the café and watch what happens,” said Joe, making for the door.