But there was a note of
sadness amid all their joy in the death of the old explorer. On the
river bank they dug a grave and marked it with a pile of rocks and
there the remains of George Desmond rest for all time in the country
to whose exploration he gave his life.
The Golden Eagle II had to make two trips between the river camp and
the outlet of the subterranean river as, stout craft though she was,
her gasoline supply was getting so low that Frank did not dare to
run her at top speed and consequently she would not carry more than
three passengers. By nightfall, however, the reunited adventurers
were all seated about their campfire and talking and retelling all
that had happened to each other during their separation.
Their conversation was interrupted by a strange happening.
The puff-puff of the steam launch that had brought them tip the
river was suddenly heard and as she drew alongside the steep bank a
familiar figure stepped from her side into the bright moonlight.
Not one of the party that did not give a start of amazed surprise as
in the newcomer they recognized:
Luther Barr, of New York!
CHAPTER XXII
LUTHER BARR'S TRICK
The astonishing meeting in the remote wilds of the African forest
with a man they instinctively mistrusted bereft the lads of words
for an interval.
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