“What’s the matter?” asked Bob in surprise. “What do you see?”
“Look away over there,” Joe pointed out. “See that high ant hill?”
“Why—yes. And look. There’s a hut on top of it. Who do you suppose lives there?”
“Let’s go and see.”
Together the young explorers trekked through the forest until they came to the ant hill. The latter was all of thirty feet in height, and built firmly on its summit was a small thatched hut.
“Boy, this is a mystery,” murmured Bob. “Shall we go up and investigate?”
“I’m willing.”
There was a crude ladder running up the side of the ant hill. Up this the chums made their way. They feared at every moment that the ladder might collapse with their weight.
“Keep a hand on your revolver,” warned Bob. “There’s no telling what may be in that hut. Maybe some savage is asleep there, for all we know.”