The next morning, although still weak, Bob was greatly improved. The ill effects had gone, and once more he had an ambition again to get to the trail.
But Dr. Rander protested.
“You are not strong enough yet,” he said. “We’ll wait till noon and see if you’re improved sufficiently by that time.”
By the time the sun was directly overhead, Bob was his old natural self again. He was overly anxious to make up for lost time.
Lunch over, the explorers again took to the trail, driving the staunch little mules along at a rapid pace.
“Now lead me to those secrets of the Andes!” said Bob, as Cuzco faded from view.
At length the adventurers came to another town, which Dr. Rander called Cameras. They would much rather have encircled the settlement, but as there was no other trail, they passed on through.
“Let’s leave the mules here near the edge of town,” suggested Joe. “I’d like to go back to that little store that we just passed. Might be able to get something we can use cheap.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Bob.