Foster James H.
The Forest of Mystery
CHAPTER XXIV
Into the Forest of Mystery
“I believe you’re right, Son,” observed Mr. Holton, his eyes scanning the landscape. “This is certainly the wide stream that George Seabury said we’d see. Then too, Thompson, that naturalist we saw in San Francisco, mentioned it.”
“That distant forest sure looks mysterious,” remarked Joe, gazing ahead at the mass of towering trees. “How large is it?”
“A good many miles across,” Mr. Lewis answered. “In fact, several score. And all heavy, untrodden wilderness.”
“So much the better for us,” smiled Bob. “But say. How are we going to cross this wide stream? Must be nearly a quarter of a mile to the other side.”
“Hardly that,” laughed his father. “But to answer your question: if the water isn’t too deep, we’ll ford it; but if this isn’t possible, we’ll have to build rafts.”
Noko thought it advisable to cross before night and make camp on the other side.
The head native walked down to the bank and waded out into the water. Much as the explorers had expected, it was shallow, not reaching to the waist.
The whites donned their hip boots and, led by Noko, waded out into the stream. They were followed by the bearers and guards.
Although the water was sluggish and dirty, the going was good, and the adventurers reached the opposite bank in rapid time. There Bob and Joe and the naturalists removed their high boots and made ready to pitch the tents, as darkness was not far off.
“I can hardly wait to get into that Forest of Mystery,” said Joe, stopping for a moment to glance toward the west. “Something tells me we’ll see sights, all right.”
“Perhaps,” came from Bob. “But then, maybe not. It might not be much different from what we’ve already passed through.”
As the darkness enshrouded them, several of the natives built huge fires which sent their warmth far afield. The cold of the African night was soon forgotten.
Before long the odor of delicious food made the chums smack their lips in anticipation.
“Tomorrow,” remarked Mr. Holton during the meal, “we may see sights for sore eyes.”
“And tomorrow can’t come any too soon for me,” put in Joe.
Nothing happened during the night. The next morning all were up early preparing to plunge into the little-known forest. They had their belongings packed in record time and were soon again on the march.
They covered the distance to the forest sooner than expected. All felt the blood tingle in their veins as they entered the dense leafy depths. For in the fastness of this unexplored place could be almost anything.
“Keep your guns in readiness,” warned Mr. Lewis. “There’s no telling when we may need them.”
“Wish we’d see a gorilla – like that big one in the circus,” mused Joe.
“Gorillas live only in certain places, chiefly in mountainous regions,” explained Mr. Holton. “It is very unlikely that we’ll run across any. But of course we can’t be sure.”
If the jungle had been dense before, it was almost impenetrable now. More than once the explorers received cuts and bruises from sharp thorns. Their high shoes protected them from most snakes, the dreaded mamba being one exception. So, although there were difficulties of the trail, the adventurers forgot them in their eagerness to explore.
Farther on they came to something that made them gasp in wonder.
Before them, in an open space, was a large hill of earth that must have been at least forty feet high. Very wide at the base, it tapered up like a cone.
“Don’t tell us this is an ant hill,” muttered Bob, as he and the others stopped to examine it.
“It is just that,” smiled his father. “Whopper, isn’t it?”
“Biggest yet,” pronounced Joe. “And just think, it was built by countless little white ants.”
As he stood looking at the hill, Joe noticed his chum going around to one side.
“What are you going to do?” Joe inquired.
Bob answered the question by climbing the side of the hill. Apparently he found the task easy, for he was soon halfway to the top. In a short time he had reached it and was looking down at his father and friends.
“Fine view,” he smiled, gazing off into the depths of the forest. “That is, it would be if there weren’t so many trees around. One good thing, though: I can see over the bushes and jungle growth.”
“Anything worth while around here?” queried Joe.
Bob did not answer for a moment. Then suddenly his gaze remained fixed on something off in the distance.
“I believe – yes, that’s what it is.”
“What?” demanded his father impatiently. “I take it that you see something of interest.”
“There’s a big rhino away over there,” the youth said, keeping his eyes glued to the distant object.
“A rhino? Where?” Mr. Lewis looked up suddenly.
“Down that narrow trail over there,” was the answer. “It seems to be coming this way.”
“Climb down from there, Son, and we’ll investigate,” said Mr. Holton, taking his rifle. “A rhinoceros hide is what we want above everything.”
Led by the naturalists, the party followed the narrow trail that Bob had pointed out. It was well beaten, being probably long used by wild animals.
Joe, holding a movie camera, was ready to film any encounter that they might have. Bob, as usual, carried his rifle.
But when, fifteen minutes later, they saw no traces of the rhino, the explorers were ready to give up the chase. For even in that short time they had gone farther than Bob said the animal had been.
Just when they were at the point of retracing their footsteps, Joe burst through a mass of foliage and at once called the others.
“Look what I’ve found,” he said proudly. “A water hole where wild animals come to drink. See the tracks on the ground?”
“Jove!” exclaimed Mr. Holton. “That’s exactly what it is. Looks like about every animal imaginable comes to this place. Here are monkeys’ footprints. And over here are leopard tracks. Wild pigs and buffaloes have been here, too.”
Joe regarded the naturalists quizzically for a moment.
“Are we in any special hurry to go on?” he asked.
“Not especially,” returned Mr. Holton. “Why do you ask?”
“I’d like to take movies of the animals when they come here tonight to drink,” went on Joe. “Why can’t we make camp near here?”
“Hmm!” Mr. Holton considered for a minute.
“Why not do it, Howard?” asked Joe’s father. “After all, this is a wonderful opportunity for the boys to take movies. And while we’re waiting here, you and I can look around for new specimens.”
“I’m willing,” Mr. Lewis said. “We can pitch our tents a few hundred yards from here so as not to be too near and frighten the animals.”
Noko found a suitable camping spot quite a distance away. After the tents were erected he set out with Mr. Lewis to explore the surrounding country for wild life. Bob and Joe remained behind with Mr. Holton to “take it easy,” as Joe remarked.
Late that afternoon Mr. Lewis and the native returned with several interesting specimens, among them being a peculiar bird that so far as the naturalists knew was unknown to the civilized world.
“Now’s when our work comes in,” remarked Bob, as he and Joe started down the path. “We’re going to construct a thorn enclosure near that water hole. Then we can hide behind it and wait for animals to come tonight to drink. That way we can take moving pictures of them without their suspecting us.”
“Good idea,” said his father. “Need any help?”
Bob shook his head and with his chum walked to the water hole. There they built a boma, behind which they could hide. They made it look very natural, so that animals would not become suspicious.
After an early supper the naturalists and their sons went to the water hole to wait, leaving Noko behind with the safari.
Twilight came, and with it a brilliant moon. Darkness soon fell over the vast forest.
Their hearts beating rapidly, the two youths waited. They held the movie cameras ready for instant action.
“Hark!” said Mr. Lewis suddenly. “What’s that noise?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” said Bob, straining his ears to listen.
Then suddenly they heard a most unearthly sound, unlike anything they had ever known. It was repeated again and again, always more blood-curdling. Then at last it died away in horrible moanings.
It was some time before anyone spoke, for all had been not a little frightened by the uncanny cries.
“Was that a wild animal?” demanded Joe, who had almost turned pale.
“I’ve never heard any wild animal that could make that kind of a noise,” returned Mr. Holton, and Joe’s father shook his head.
“It didn’t sound like people, either,” came from Joe. “Ugh! Gives me the shivers. Maybe it was a ghost.”
Mr. Lewis tried to laugh.
“Use your reason, Son,” he said. “There aren’t any such things as ghosts.”
For the time being another much different sound made the explorers forget the mysterious cries. It was a loud trumpeting that seemed to come from but a short distance away.
“Elephants,” pronounced Mr. Holton. “They’re coming this way.”
CHAPTER XXV
The Fury of the Storm
WHILE all waited silently, the sound of moving footsteps could be heard. A little later two huge elephants broke through the foliage and made for the water hole. They drank great draughts of the refreshing liquid, and then with their long trunks sluiced themselves thoroughly.
Bob and Joe watched interestedly. They had but one fear. What if the purring of the movie cameras could be heard by the huge brutes? Would they charge the little hidden group, or would they immediately take flight into the dark recesses of the jungle?
As the moments passed, the adventurers grew more hopeful. Thus far the elephants had not heard. Perhaps, after all, the noise was not loud enough.
“Listen!” hissed Bob, catching his chum’s arm. “Something else is coming.”
He had scarcely spoken when from another direction emerged a troop of wildebeests, followed by three zebras. Still more wild creatures showed up soon after, including an oryx, Thompson’s gazelle, hartebeest, and numerous monkeys.
“Isn’t that a wonderful sight?” whispered Mr. Holton, never taking his eyes from the scene.
“Best ever,” came from Joe.
A little later they heard a series of strange grunts, and a huge wart hog moved in a slow, awkward gait toward the water hole.
“A drinking place is the best spot there is to see a number of different kinds of animals side by side,” remarked Mr. Lewis, also speaking in a very low whisper.
“They don’t seem to notice each other,” observed Joe. “They just keep on drinking as though nothing else were there.”
Again footsteps were heard, and with them the sound of a heavy body crashing through the underbrush. Then there suddenly appeared but a short distance away a monstrous buffalo, which was also intent upon satisfying its thirst.
“Be trouble now,” said Bob.
“Wait and see,” smiled his father.
Much to the boys’ surprise the buffalo paid not the slightest attention to the other animals. It found a place at the pond and began drinking.
“That’s a new one on me,” whispered Bob, and Joe nodded. “Looks like there’d be trouble, with all those different kinds of creatures there at once.”
“You see they have a common interest: to quench their thirst,” explained Mr. Lewis. “In such a case peace reigns.”
But ten minutes later the explorers – and very obviously the animals – heard something that was not so suggestive of peace. It was the deep, vibrating roar of a lion, which seemed to be coming nearer.
The effect was immediate. Uneasiness prevailed among the more harmless animals; some of them turned about and disappeared into the jungle depths, while others pricked up their ears and listened.
But there was no mistaking the distant roar. A lion was abroad stalking for prey.
As the minutes passed, Mr. Lewis and Mr. Holton held their rifles ready for instant action. At every second they feared that the lion would appear. Bob and Joe, although realizing that perhaps their lives were in danger, continuing to film the scene, delighted at the unusualness of the occasion.
Suddenly the explorers’ eyes opened wide, for the thing that they beheld was exceedingly large and powerful.
A great maned lion moved slowly toward the water hole!
Their hearts in their mouths, Bob and Joe half expected to see the beast make toward their boma. But it did not.
Long before, the horde of animals that had been drinking had vanished, leaving the pond to take refuge from the king of beasts. The great lion seemed to sense that this had taken place. It uttered a tremendous roar of defiance, then bent its head to drink.
“Good chance for a shot,” murmured Bob, barely making himself heard.
But the naturalists shook their heads.
“One animal is enough to shoot from a boma,” whispered Mr. Lewis. “Somehow I feel that it doesn’t give them a fair chance.”
They watched the lion silently until the latter finally turned and left, making its way stealthily over the carpet of twigs and rotting vines. Then Mr. Holton suggested that they get back to camp.
“That ought to be about the most interesting scene we’ve filmed,” remarked Joe the next morning, as with the others he prepared to leave.
“No doubt you’ll get others when we penetrate deeper into this forest,” said his father.
Late the next afternoon Noko cast uneasy glances up at the distant sky. There was a worried look on his face as he lead the safari farther into the unknown.
“Um big storm coming,” he said with a frown.
“A storm?” breathed Bob. “Do you think it will be here today?”
Noko nodded, his face grave.
“Um storm him not wait,” the tall African said. “Storm come much soon. Sky it getting dark.”
Indeed, the signs were most threatening. The distant horizon was colored a sickly yellow, which seemed to shine ominously. Dark clouds were forming overhead and were joining slowly but surely.
“It certainly looks bad,” murmured Mr. Lewis. “We must find shelter somewhere. Where do you suggest going, Noko?”
“We find um cave or um-um hollow,” returned the head native. “That only way we get out from um storm.”
A weird silence hovered about. Birds had ceased their calls; monkeys were no longer chattering in the trees. Not the slightest suggestion of a wind played through the leaves.
Under the leadership of Noko they searched about desperately for some place that would serve as a refuge from the approaching storm. But as time passed they were still moving through the forest as before.
Mr. Lewis suggested that they erect their tents, but the tall African shook his head vigorously. A storm as bad as this one promised to be, said Noko in the native language, would most certainly tear the frail tents loose almost at once. For, he reminded them, the new rainy season was not far off.
With every passing minute the clouds banked tighter. An odd twilight enveloped the adventurers, making the task of escaping even more difficult.
At one time Bob and Joe caught a glimpse of several monkeys huddled closely together under a gigantic leaf. The little creatures would under other circumstances have inspired a smile from the youths.
“Must hurry,” urged Noko, increasing his pace still more. “Must find um cave um quick.”
Then suddenly, with the fury of a battle, the tropical hurricane was upon them!
CHAPTER XXVI
Waiting in Dread
“ABOVE all, we must try to keep together,” warned Mr. Holton, speaking to the natives as well as the whites. “It might spell tragedy if any of us should get lost from the rest.”
The rain was falling almost in torrents, soon drenching the adventurers thoroughly. Wet and miserable, they were haggard-looking creatures as they stalked through the fastness of the forest.
Great flashes of uncanny lightning streaked across the sky. They were followed by ear-splitting bursts of thunder, which resembled nothing so much as the discharging of heavy cannon. Wind – violent, ruthless wind – all but blew the explorers to the ground.
Their hearts beating rapidly, their breath coming in short gasps, they rushed as fast as possible in a wild search for some shelter from the elements. And all knew that they must find some place quickly; they could never withstand the full fury of the storm very long.
As time passed, the sky grew still darker, until it was utterly impossible to make out what was ahead. It was only when a violent streak of eerie lightning would illuminate the sky that they could see each other.
“This is terrible!” moaned Joe, struggling to brace himself against the violent gale.
The sound of his voice was drowned out, however, in the uproar of the elements. Nor could anyone else have been heard.
Bob clutched his friend’s arm and held on firmly. They would stick together through it all, he thought.
Suddenly the sky was lighted as brightly as day, and there followed a terrific clap of ear-splitting thunder. It seemed so near that the travelers jumped back instinctively.
Then they heard a great forest giant groan and creak and split at the base. It was very near them, and, not being able to see it, they feared that perhaps it would fall on them.
“Look out!” shouted Mr. Lewis, as lightning made the sky bright. “It’s coming down on us!”
Obeying the command at once, all turned and ran for their lives. It was torture unthinkable, for in the twilight it was most difficult to avoid stumbling over vines or running into trees. Still side by side, Bob and Joe followed their elders desperately, until they thought the danger was over.
Barely a few seconds later there was a terrific crash as the forest giant fell to the ground. It literally shook the earth, so violently did it strike.
“A narrow escape!” breathed Bob. “Wouldn’t have been much left of us if that had struck us.”
The youths were a little to one side of the safari and were falling behind. Realizing this, they hurried to catch up.
But just at that moment Bob’s foot caught in a creeper, and he sprawled to the ground before he could catch himself. When he fell he took Joe with him, and together they rolled over on the wet carpet of leaves and twigs.
“Hurry!” urged Joe, shouting to make himself heard. “The others are far ahead of us.”
He helped his friend to his feet and then started off toward where he thought the safari should be. But Bob called him back.
“I – I can’t make it, I guess,” Bob said, wincing with pain. “Sprained my ankle.”
Joe bent over anxiously and felt of the injured foot.
“Isn’t broken and doesn’t seem to be dislocated,” he said, straightening up. “Can’t you walk at all?”
Bob made a heroic attempt but could not move a single step.
“No use,” he said. “Just have to wait a moment, I guess. Maybe – ” he stopped as a clap of thunder drowned out his voice – “it’ll quit hurting before long.”
Joe shouted at the top of his voice to his father and Mr. Holton, hoping that they would hear and stop. But it was useless. In that uproar sound would not travel any distance to speak of.
He removed his revolver from its holster and pulled the trigger. But no report followed. In some manner water had found its way to the cartridges.
Still hoping that Bob would soon be able to walk, he waited, listening to the pattering of the rain and the bursts of the thunder. If possible, the hurricane raged even more furiously than before.
A little later Bob announced that he was able to walk. With his friend he set off, slowly, of course, but surely.
But by now the chums had lost all sense of direction. They had not the slightest notion of where they could find the safari. Perhaps, for all they knew, it was moving in just an opposite direction.
Even when the surrounding forest was illuminated by streaks of lightning the boys could not see far because of the trees.
“Looks like they’re gone,” mourned Bob.
“What’ll we do?”
“Nothing that I know of, only keep on going. It seems to me that they were traveling this way, but I’m not sure.”
Blinded by the torrents of rain, bruised and cut by the countless pointed thorns and brambles, the young explorers moved along painfully, hoping against hope that they would meet up with their elders or some of the blacks.
But luck was not with them that day. With every step they were unknowingly moving farther into the depths of the unknown forest, instead of following a set course.
“Looks like we’re not going to find them,” said Joe, panting for breath. “But we won’t stop now.”
All the remainder of the afternoon the hurricane continued as violently as before. Then very slowly it began to subside, although the rain continued to fall. But at least the terrible gale was no longer blowing, and this was what had bothered the chums most.
“But where are we?” asked Joe, looking about as the darkness gave way to dim light.
The region they were in was one of the wildest they had yet seen. Gnarled, twisted trees grew in profusion; deep gulches broke the ground in a number of places; strange, odd plants, including huge ferns, were everywhere. Once they caught sight of an unusually queer animal slinking through the underbrush.
“Maybe we’re miles and miles from the safari,” said Bob in a voice of hopelessness.
“I’m afraid of hostile natives,” his chum put in. “It wouldn’t be funny to be captured and carried off into some unknown village.”
The rain had stopped completely now, but darkness was beginning to close over them. The friends dreaded the coming of night in that wild country. Alone and unable to build a fire, they would be at the mercy of savage jungle beasts.
“Suppose we stop here for the night,” suggested Joe. “I’m all in after fighting that hurricane.”
At a little elevation the youths sat down on a rotting tree trunk, glad of the chance to rest. They knew there was no use continuing the search for the safari, for the night was not far off.
Bob had a few matches in a waterproofed case, but he knew it would be useless to attempt to light a fire.
“Guess we’ll have to stick it out without anything to eat tonight,” he told his chum. “Then maybe tomorrow we’ll find our dads and the others.”
Secretly the youths feared that for them tomorrow might not come. For they were alone in the great African jungle and would be easy prey for lions and other dangerous beasts. But both had their revolvers strapped to their sides, and, although not nearly as powerful as rifles, they might spell the difference between life and death.
Soon the short-lived twilight came, followed shortly by darkness. Then the moon rose, and it was possible to see fairly well.
“I’ll take the first watch,” remarked Joe, an hour later. “You turn in and sleep for three hours or so. Then you can stand guard.”
Bob asked that he be given the first watch, but Joe would not listen. Grudgingly Bob agreed to do as suggested and was soon fast asleep.
As the night wore on, Joe heard a distant yapping of jackals. He also could make out the howls of hyenas and other animals. Then he heard another sound, and he sat up with a start.
A low growl was issuing from behind a patch of jungle growth. It was repeated again and again, always louder and more defiant.
Joe grasped his revolver thankfully and remained silent. If the creature were dangerous, he could only hope that it would keep its distance. The prospects of killing a lion or leopard with the revolver, Joe knew, were very slight.
As the minutes passed, he was beginning to think that the animal had retreated, when he suddenly became aware of stealthily moving feet. They seemed to be padding slowly toward him.
An awful fear seized Joe. If some dangerous brute were stalking him, intent upon prey, it might well be his end. But, the youth thought, raising the revolver slowly, it wouldn’t get him and Bob without being at least wounded.
The seconds went by slowly, painfully. Then, horror-stricken, Joe made out the huge body of a powerful leopard which was advancing toward him.
