“Perhaps,” came from Bob. “But then, maybe not. It might not be much different from what we’ve already passed through.”
As the darkness enshrouded them, several of the natives built huge fires which sent their warmth far afield. The cold of the African night was soon forgotten.
Before long the odor of delicious food made the chums smack their lips in anticipation.
“Tomorrow,” remarked Mr. Holton during the meal, “we may see sights for sore eyes.”
“And tomorrow can’t come any too soon for me,” put in Joe.
Nothing happened during the night. The next morning all were up early preparing to plunge into the little-known forest. They had their belongings packed in record time and were soon again on the march.
They covered the distance to the forest sooner than expected. All felt the blood tingle in their veins as they entered the dense leafy depths. For in the fastness of this unexplored place could be almost anything.
“Keep your guns in readiness,” warned Mr. Lewis. “There’s no telling when we may need them.”
“Wish we’d see a gorilla—like that big one in the circus,” mused Joe.