Following the meal there was another wild dance, which ended with a loud burst of applause. Then, after a few more short speeches, the celebration came to an end.
“What did you think of it?” chuckled Mr. Lewis, as he prepared to retire.
“It certainly wasn’t tame,” answered Bob with a smile.
“Got it all over a football game,” added Joe.
Early the next morning the explorers were up making preparations to leave the village and continue their journey. They had everything in readiness by eight o’clock, and bidding the chief and his people good-bye, the safari made its way up the path.
“Now towards the Forest of Mystery,” said Mr. Lewis, glad to again be on the trail.
They hiked steadily for several days without anything of note happening. The jungle became denser as they penetrated deeper toward the little-known regions. And with this luxuriance of plant life came an abundance of wild animals and birds. The naturalists and Bob demonstrated their skill with a rifle often by bringing down not a few unusual specimens, while Joe usually stuck to his movie camera.
On one occasion they had been traveling over a wide plain, one that was several miles across, and were nearing a jungle when suddenly Joe caught sight of something lying in the tall grass beside the jungle.
He started to move over to the object, but Mr. Holton called him back.
“Wait,” cautioned the naturalist, raising his rifle. “Don’t go over there without a gun. It might be a lion.”