Thomas Seabury extended a hand, which the youths clasped warmly.
“As I was saying,” resumed Bob, “Joe happened to see this ant hill. We came over to investigate.”
“I am only too thankful that you did,” the man said. “But how did you happen to be here? What are you doing in Africa?”
“We’re with our dads,” Joe told him. “Came to collect specimens of wild animals and birds. And now, Mr. Seabury, suppose we go back to camp. That is, if you’re ready.”
“I am more than ready,” was the answer. “Camp is a word that sounds better to me than ’most any I can think of.”
They found the two natives waiting. The latter displayed unusual surprise at seeing another white man in that vast jungle. Mr. Seabury fell to talking with them, telling them in their own language of his experience.
Back at camp, which they finally reached, Mr. Lewis and Mr. Holton met them.
“But look who we’ve found,” said Joe happily. “Thomas Seabury.”
“Well, what in the——” Mr. Lewis could hardly believe his eyes, while Bob’s father was no less surprised.