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 young 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 of his tent was
pulled back, and a head was thrust in. But such a head! It was
enormous! A head covered with a thick growth of tawny hair, and a
face almost hidden in a big tawny, bushy beard.
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