“Why? How do they do it?” inquired Joe.
“They usually hunt in packs,” his father replied. “And the antelope or other animal that they go after is as good as doomed. They never give up till they get the one they’re after. Worst thing is, they kill new animals every day and eat only a small part of the flesh. Then they single out more.”
“The pests!” growled Bob. “From now on I’m going to plug every one I see. They——”
He did not finish, for just at that moment the party emerged from a thick jungle growth to see a wide stream just ahead. Beyond it was an endless mass of towering trees, which grew so close together as to form a veritable jungle.
Bob uttered a cry of delight.
“The Forest of Mystery!” he broke out. “We’ve found it!”
CHAPTER XXIV
Into the Forest of Mystery
“I believe you’re right, Son,” observed Mr. Holton, his eyes scanning the landscape. “This is certainly the wide stream that George Seabury said we’d see. Then too, Thompson, that naturalist we saw in San Francisco, mentioned it.”