“Of course we are!” they cried without a moment’s hesitation.

“Then we’ll go to giant land alone!” exclaimed Tom.  “Come on, now, and we’ll see if we can arrange for some pack animals.”

CHAPTER XIV

IN GIANT LAND

When it first became sure that San Pedro and the other natives had deserted—­fled in the night, for fear of the giants—­there was a reactionary feeling of despondency and gloom among Tom and his three friends.  But the boldness and energy of the young inventor, his vigorous words, his determination to proceed at any cost to the unknown land that lay before them—­these served as a tonic, and after a few moments, Ned, Mr. Damon, and even Eradicate looked at things with brighter spirits.

“Do you really mean it, Tom?” asked Ned.  “Will you go on to giant land?”

“I surely will, if we can find it.  Why, we found the city of gold all alone, you and Mr. Damon and I, and I don’t see why we can’t find this land, especially when all we have to do is to march forward.”

“But look at the lot of stuff we have to carry!” went on Ned, waving his hand toward the heap of packs that the mule drivers had left behind.

“Bless my baggage check, yes!” added Mr. Damon.  “We can never do it.  Tom.  We had better leave it here, and try to get back to civilization.”

“Never!” cried Tom.  “I started off after a giant, and I’m going to get one, if I can induce one of the big men to come back with me.  I’m not going to give up when we’re so close.  We can get more pack animals, I’m sure.  I’m going to have a try for it.  If I can’t speak the language of these natives I can make signs.  Come on, Ned, we’ll pay a morning visit to the chief.”

“I’ll come along,” added Mr. Damon.

“That’s right,” replied the young inventor.  “Rad, you go stand guard over our stuff.  Some of the natives might not be able to withstand temptation.  Don’t let them touch anything.”

“Dat’s what I won’t, Massa Tom.  Good land a massy! ef I sees any ob ’em lay a finger on a pack I’ll shoot off my shotgun close to der ears, so I will.  Oh, ef I only had Boomerang here, he could carry mos’ all ob dis stuff his own se’f.”

“You’ve got a great idea of Boomerang’s strength,” remarked Tom with a laugh, as he and Ned and Mr. Damon started for the big hut where the chief lived.

“Do you really think San Pedro and the others left because they were afraid of the giants we might meet?” asked Ned.

“I think so,” answered his chum.

“Bless my toothpick!” gasped Mr. Damon.  “In that case maybe we’d better be on the lookout ourselves.”

“Time enough to worry when we get there,” answered the young inventor.  “From what the circus man said the giants are not particularly cruel.  Of course Mr. Preston didn’t have much information to go on, but—­well, we’ll have to wait—­that’s all.  But I’m sure San Pedro and the others were in a blue funk and vamoosed on that account.”