“Insects?” repeated Bob. “You mean that what looks like a cloud is nothing but a lot of insects flying together?”
Mr. Lewis nodded and passed the binoculars to Bob.
It required but a second for the youth to observe that his chum’s father was right.
“Man alive!” he murmured. “There must be millions of those little creatures. I sure wouldn’t want to get in that swarm.”
“I shouldn’t imagine it would be very pleasant,” said Mr. Holton dryly.
They spent several more minutes in walking along the banks of the lake and then turned back into the town.
“What will we do now?” asked Joe, as they walked along the main street.
“We’re going to take an automobile,” answered his father.
“Oh, come, Dad,” Joe broke out. “What are you talking about?”
“Just what I said,” answered Mr. Lewis. “Howard and I engaged an automobile. We’ll drive to a town called Mbarara—that’s a good day’s journey to the southwest. From there we’ll start into the jungle on safari.”