“We left them with Jim,” replied Jo. “He was to bring them ashore and clean them up.”
“Jim and Juarez were to be somewhere abouts but I don’t see either of them,” put in Tom.
“They certainly are not here now,” exclaimed the professor, anxiously.
“They can’t be far away,” said Tom. “Wait until I give them a call. Ohe-ee! Jim! Juarez! Oho-e-e!” he shouted.
There was no response, however, to their repeated calls.
“It’s strange,” said the professor. “Look around and see if you can find their trails.”
“Here’s the guns,” cried Jo, a moment later, “hid away in these bushes.”
“That’s queer,” commented the professor, “they must have gone off somewhere, but why?”
“Here’s Juarez’s trail,” announced Tom. “I can see, too, that he went off first and that Jim went afterward.”
“Better take your guns along, boys,” advised the professor. “There is no telling what we may meet.”