“Yes, I think I should,” agreed Frank. “And I owe my life to you both. I shall not forget it.”
The puma was the largest of his kind that our adventurers had ever seen.
It was at the time of year that his skin was worthless, being mangy, so that it was not preserved.
Frank was quite overcome with his experience, and went on board the wagon to rest.
As darkness was at hand, it was decided to make no further exploration of the forest until morning.
Frank was more than ever convinced, however, that there were ruins in the forest.
“To-morrow we will cut our way through,” he declared, “and I will satisfy you, my friends, that I am right.”
“A’right, Marse Frank,” agreed Pomp. “We’se open to conviction jus’ de same.”
“Bejabers, that’s right!” put in Barney.
It was seldom deemed safe to sleep outside the wagon.