"Then we'll do that," he decided, "and take it easy until we get to
Rosario."
It took them the better part of a week to do this, but at last they
were on the ground, and felt for the first time that they were
really going into a wild and little explored country.
"Are you going to stick to the Parana river?" asked Ned.
"No," replied Tom, in the seclusion of their room, "if there are any
giants they will be found in some undiscovered, or at least little
traveled, part of the country. I don't believe they are in the
vicinity of the big rivers, or other travelers would have heard
about them, and, as far as we know, Mr. Preston's animal agent is
the only one who ever got a trace of them. We'll have to go into the
jungle on either side of the river."
"Bless my walking stick!" cried Mr. Damon. "Have we really to go
into the jungle, Tom?"
"I'm afraid we have, if we want to get any giants, and get a trace
of Mr. Poddington."
"All right, I'm game, but I do hope we won't run into a band of
fighting natives."
In Rosario it was learned that while the "war" was not regarded
seriously from the fact that the fighting tribes were far inland,
still it was going on with vigor, and large bands of natives were
roaming about, stealing each others' cattle and horses, burning
villages, and taking captives.
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