“Use your reason, Son,” he said. “There aren’t any such things as ghosts.”
For the time being another much different sound made the explorers forget the mysterious cries. It was a loud trumpeting that seemed to come from but a short distance away.
“Elephants,” pronounced Mr. Holton. “They’re coming this way.”
CHAPTER XXV
The Fury of the Storm
WHILE all waited silently, the sound of moving footsteps could be heard. A little later two huge elephants broke through the foliage and made for the water hole. They drank great draughts of the refreshing liquid, and then with their long trunks sluiced themselves thoroughly.
Bob and Joe watched interestedly. They had but one fear. What if the purring of the movie cameras could be heard by the huge brutes? Would they charge the little hidden group, or would they immediately take flight into the dark recesses of the jungle?
As the moments passed, the adventurers grew more hopeful. Thus far the elephants had not heard. Perhaps, after all, the noise was not loud enough.
“Listen!” hissed Bob, catching his chum’s arm. “Something else is coming.”