“And while Dad’s staying here with the ’plane,” began Bob, “I’d like to look around a bit. Anybody want to go with me?”
“Sure.” Joe was anxious to see the sights in this strange land.
“Don’t be gone long, boys,” cautioned Mr. Lewis. “We all want to be on hand when the train arrives from Mollendo.”
The chums walked south over a level plain, hoping to see something of interest before long.
They had not long to wait. In a little open grassy stretch beside a wall of rock was a herd of ten or twelve llamas, grazing peacefully. These animals were about 4 feet high, with long necks and a head like that of the camel.
“Let’s go up and see them,” said Bob, moving over to the herd.
“Better not,” warned Joe. “They might be dangerous.”
“Dangerous? Those things dangerous? Wait a minute and I’ll show you how peaceful they are.”
Bob had walked up to the foremost black animal and now began to stroke its woolly back.