The explorers were filled with awe as they sat staring into the vast jungle, thrilled that they were the only inhabitants on this wild shore.
For some time no one spoke. Then Mr. Holton rose and looked at his watch.
“Getting late,” he said, walking over to a box of supplies.
“Yes,” agreed Professor Bigelow. “I suggest that we turn in.”
The others agreed, and they attended to last-minute tasks.
“Ordinarily it is the Indians’ duty to stand guard,” said Mr. Lewis, glancing at the brawny crew, several of whom had fallen asleep. “But since they’ve worked hard and unflinchingly, and are nearly worn out, I suggest that we whites take turn about on this first night. We’ve had it comparatively easy all day. Then, too, it will increase their respect and liking for us. What do you think?”
“I’m all for it,” declared Professor Bigelow. “Now who is to have the first watch?”
It was decided to draw straws, the person getting the shortest to be the first guard.
By chance the short piece fell to Bob, and he took his place just outside the tents, sitting on one of the boxes, a rifle in ready grasp. The others retired to their hammocks.
For over a half-hour Bob stared quietly into space, glancing occasionally at the sparkling river. Then he decided to change his position.