In the morning Joe and the Indian were up early, preparing to hike on. The former still did not know where the boys were going or what their purpose was, but he showed no signs of hesitation.
“We want to see the river today,” remarked Bob, as they again took up the trail.
“I think we will,” the other youth returned. “We made good time yesterday, and if the luck continues, we will today.”
All morning they tramped without a stop. They were tired and exhausted, but did not wish to lose time until necessary.
About noon they came to another clearing, and Bob moved that they stop for the noon meal.
The chief and Joe went into the jungle a short distance away to gather wild fruit, which alone was to serve as their meal.
In a short time they returned with a bountiful supply, and then the feast began.
“Several new additions to our menu today,” remarked Bob, as he noticed that there were cocoanuts, roots like carrots, and a plant resembling cane.
The three ate heartily of everything, and then they started on.