“It’s a wonder one of us hasn’t a place or two to show that the bats were around,” remarked Joe, after, the morning meal.
“We have.” Bob glanced at the old explorer. “At least Dr. Rander has.”
That person had been treating the wound in his leg and watching it closely to see that infection did not set in. The right kind of care, he said, would cause the sore to heal quickly.
Again up the difficult trail the explorers went, after having broken camp and attended to the mules.
“Wouldn’t be funny if we’d meet anything here,” said Bob with a shudder. “The path is so narrow that it’s all we can do to get by ourselves.”
“No,” Bob agreed. “And there’s no way of telling——”
He did not finish the sentence, for at that moment there came a commotion from around a turn. To the travelers, it sounded like rapidly moving hoofs.
The noise increased. Then the three shrank back as they saw advancing toward them a line of galloping vicugnas, which were small animals resembling llamas.
Joe groaned hopelessly.
“Either we or they will have to go off the cliff,” he said tensely. “There isn’t room for both of us.”