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TREASURE-HUNTERS LOST IN THE HEART OF AFRICA 107
"We will go to find Manuel."
The doctor was the girl's guardian, and accustomed to her volcanic eruptions of mind, but, hitherto, they had never tossed her so far from home as Africa.
"Before we start, we will also square the circle and find the fourth dimension/' he said dryly. "My dear girl, you might as well plan to jaunt to the moon."
"Daddy Doctor, if I planned to go to the moon, I'd get there," flashed Vida. "I'm going to Africa — and
trains thru the jungle. Accordingly, they chartered a well-meaning little launch and started high-heartedly up the artery of the river sluggishly flowing from the heart of the primal world. Up — up the sullen, brown tide they slid, by marshy, floating islands moored on papyrus reeds; by native villages, wretched nests of bamboo huts twisted in the thorny underbrush like habitations of giant birds. Over the stagnant waters hovered a blue haze, the fevered breath of the country, speckled by myriads
THE CANNIBALS HOLD A CONSULTATION OF WAR
what's more, you're going, too. Just you wait and see ! "
From Florida to Africa is a mere matter of days and dollars, after all. On a sun-scorched afternoon, exactly one calendar leaf later, Yida, the victorious, marshaled her cohorts triumphantly down the gang-plank into the seaport town of Bornu, on the African coast. Besides Willie and Vida, the party consisted of Mammy Chloe, Vida's black handmaid, Dr. Benson, and Rob and Jim Willets, rah-rah college youths out for red-blooded adventure.
A study of Cavella's map convinced Yida that the journey should be begun on the river winding in from the coast and completed with mule
of bees and flies, vocal with the quarrels of immense black toads.
At last they landed, and the troublous march to the interior began. On the first day, several of their guides disappeared. On the second, the water-skins began to gurgle with threats of emptiness. Lacking Yida's unreasoning optimism, the party would have turned back.
' ' Nonsense ! ' ' laughed Yida. " It 's just beginning to be fun. Turn back if you like — I'm going ahead."
So on they struggled thru the everthickening shrubs, with the eerie arms of the jungle interlacing overhead, underfoot, and the silent world around them pricked and splashed with gorgeous dyes, blood-red locust blossoms,