As the guide had hoped, they reached the place he had in mind just as darkness was beginning to enshroud them.
During the next few minutes all worked hurriedly, so as to complete making camp before the blackness would handicap them. For night in the tropics comes quickly, there being little or no twilight.
The tents were fastened securely to the stakes, the provisions unpacked, and a roaring fire was built.
“Now for what’s coming,” grinned Bob, smacking his lips. “And am I hungry!”
Before long a tempting odor filled the air, one that was entirely new to the youths. Just what food was being prepared they could not even guess.
The taste was excellent, however, as they found a little later.
“Trust the natives to pick out what’s good,” remarked Mr. Lewis, when the meal was over. “They know of many edible wild herbs, roots, and berries that we whites have never tasted.”
Darkness had overtaken them, a darkness that was filled with mystery. From afar came some terrifying scream, uttered perhaps by a wild animal in its death struggle. Soon there came another that was even more blood curdling.
“Listen!” hissed Mr. Holton, straining his ears to make out the distant cry more distinctly.
“What is it?” inquired Joe.