“Look!” cried Joe quickly, pointing ahead. “What’s that on the bank? Why, it’s bones!”
Dr. Rander had heard.
“Llama remains,” he explained. “Looks like llamas have picked this spot to die on.”
Scattered thickly over the river bank were scores of white bones, which undoubtedly were those of llamas.
“I knew elephants occasionally have a cemetery, but that any other animals do I had not the slightest idea,” said Joe.
More movies were taken, and then they set about to devise a means to cross the river.
“We’ll have to ford it,” announced Dr. Rander, who had been waiting for the chums to walk on up to the head. “I don’t think it is so deep as to cause us trouble.”
Although the weather was warm, Bob and Joe chose to put on their hip boots, to escape the chill that might otherwise result.
They found that Dr. Rander was right. The river was barely three feet deep and was comparatively calm. So they had little difficulty in driving the mules across.