“Wish we could have got in touch with them,” said Bob. “We have information about Inca secrets that would make them jump up and down with joy. Maybe we can tell them later, though.”
A half-hour of flying from Mount Panta brought them within sight of the Comberciato River, along whose banks somewhere the youths’ fathers and Mr. Wallace were staying.
Suddenly Bob and Joe cried out in delight.
“Dad! Mr. Lewis! Mr. Wallace!” said Bob happily.
CHAPTER XXIX
The Horrible Beast
THE joy of Bob and Joe at seeing the naturalists was certainly great. After those strenuous weeks in the mountains, the youths had been growing anxious to be with their fathers and Mr. Wallace again. Now, as they viewed the men waving at them from below they were overly anxious to land.
There was a wide open place directly under them, and to this Karl sent the monoplane. When finally it came to a stop, Bob and Joe dashed out and ran to meet their fathers and the scientist from Chicago.
“Boys!” cried Mr. Holton, too joyful for words.