They walked over to the edge and then halted abruptly, awe-stricken and spellbound at the wonderful panorama that stretched out before them. They were standing at the brink of a two-hundred-foot canyon, which sloped down and back up to form a perfect U. At the very bottom was a large grove of huge red flowers, which added not a little to the beauty of the scene.
“Some view,” breathed Joe, gazing far ahead at the distant jungle.
Bob nodded. “Bet we can see twenty miles or more,” he said. “And nothing but dense jungle.”
The youths spent several more minutes in looking off into space. They could not tear themselves away from the wonderful view. It seemed almost impossible to come suddenly upon such a gulch in a land that seemed fairly level.
At last Bob shouldered his rifle as a signal to move on.
“Can’t spend too much time here if we expect to do any more exploring,” he said, looking at his watch. “They’ll expect us back in another hour.”
“Where’ll we go next?”
“No difference to me. How about down the hill?”
They hiked down the gradual slope of the canyon, although the jungle was in places impenetrable.
When about halfway down, Joe stopped suddenly, his face an ashen gray, his limbs trembling. Bob’s eyes opened wide, and he clutched his rifle tightly.