For another week they kept on, the way becoming more and more difficult, and the country more and more wild. They had fairly to cut their way through the jungle at times, and the only paths were animal trails, but they were better than nothing. For the last five days they had not seen a human being, and the loneliness was telling on them.
"I'd be glad to see even a two-headed giant," remarked Tom whimsically one night as they made their camp.
"Yes, and I'd be glad to hear someone talk, even in the sign language," added Ned, with a grin.
They slept well, for they were very tired, and Tom, who shared his tent with Ned, was awakened rather early the next morning by hearing someone moving outside the canvas shelter.
"Is that you, Mr. Damon?" he asked, the odd gentleman having a tent adjoining that of the boys.
There was no answer.
"Rad, are you getting breakfast?" asked the iyoung inventor. "What time is it?"
Still no answer.
"What's the matter?" asked Ned, who had been awakened by Tom's inquiries.
Before our hero had a chance to reply the flap
