It is nothing. It is
broken and gone like the cloud before the wind, like the shadow on
the mountain side."
The effect of all this was soothing and the boys left the camp, to
order some of their packmen to bring home the provisions, with light
hearts. As for Billy his ears burned by the time Frank got through
reading him a lecture.
"I'm sorry," he said bravely, "and I won't do it again. Gee! talk
about 'press the button and we'll do the rest.'"
"They nearly did it--didn't they," laughed Frank, his good humor
quite restored.
CHAPTIER VII
A TRAITOR IN CAMP
It was a week later, and the launch having towed the expedition as
far up the river as Frank decided was necessary--before they struck
out into the unknown land of the cannibals, winged men, and the
ivory hoard--had returned to civilization several days before,
carrying with it letters from all the adventurers which they felt
might be the last they would write for some time. The spot selected
for the permanent camp was a sort of park-like space covered at its
edges with masses of manioc and banana bushes. Beyond towered huge
tropical trees and beyond these again the blue outlines of the
distant Moon Mountains in which, according to old Barr's map, lay
the ivory cache.
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