“For my part I don’t care for any of their delicacies,” grinned Joe. “You can never tell what you’re getting.”
“True enough,” laughed Mr. Holton. “For that reason we’ll stick to our own grub.”
After lunching bountifully, the explorers rested on the straw beds and felt much better for it. When an hour had passed, Mr. Holton rose and walked over to the supplies.
“Let’s go out specimen-collecting,” he suggested, getting out a rifle and small shotgun.
Bob and Joe were on their feet in an instant, their faces radiant with delight. At last had come a chance to explore the jungle, with its many thrills, wonders, and tragedies. How they had longed for it!
“Can’t get there any too soon for me,” said Bob, grasping his rifle.
Mr. Lewis also agreed, and they started out toward the back of the village, Bob and Joe in the lead.
There was a fairly well blazed trail at the edge of the last hut, and the hunters resolved to follow it.
“Probably won’t be much large game along this path, but there will undoubtedly be others branching off from it,” remarked Mr. Holton, as he took the lead and plunged into the jungle.