“Fine view,” he smiled, gazing off into the depths of the forest. “That is, it would be if there weren’t so many trees around. One good thing, though: I can see over the bushes and jungle growth.”
“Anything worth while around here?” queried Joe.
Bob did not answer for a moment. Then suddenly his gaze remained fixed on something off in the distance.
“I believe—yes, that’s what it is.”
“What?” demanded his father impatiently. “I take it that you see something of interest.”
“There’s a big rhino away over there,” the youth said, keeping his eyes glued to the distant object.
“A rhino? Where?” Mr. Lewis looked up suddenly.
“Down that narrow trail over there,” was the answer. “It seems to be coming this way.”
“Climb down from there, Son, and we’ll investigate,” said Mr. Holton, taking his rifle. “A rhinoceros hide is what we want above everything.”
Led by the naturalists, the party followed the narrow trail that Bob had pointed out. It was well beaten, being probably long used by wild animals.