All through the afternoon they kept a close lookout for savages but saw none. Nor did they see any traces of human habitation. With every step they became more mystified. Who had thrown the spear? What was the object in throwing it? Why had the chums not been attacked?
“This doggone Forest of Mystery gets on my nerves,” said Joe, as late that afternoon they stopped beside a small spring. “Oh, if we could only find our safari!”
After replenishing their water bottles, which were strapped tightly over their shoulders, the young adventurers continued their frantic search.
At a little open space they suddenly caught sight of something that made them gasp in wonder.
Moving awkwardly from behind a low hill was the strangest creature they had ever laid eyes on. It was an unusually small elephant—all white!
CHAPTER XXVIII
Finding One Lost
“WHAT do you know about that?” muttered Joe Lewis, staring at the animal. “A white pigmy elephant! Wouldn’t our dads be tickled if they could see it?”
“That’s an idea,” said Bob quickly. “Why can’t we shoot it for them?”