“Hey, Massa Tom!” suddenly called Eradicate.  “Heah am a letter I found on de baggage,” and he ran forward with a missive, rudely scrawled on a scrap of paper.

“It’s from San Pedro,” remarked Tom after a glance at it, “and it bears out what I said.  He writes that he and his men never suspected that we were going after the giants, or they would never have come with us.  He says they are very sorry to leave us, as we treated them well, but are afraid to go on.  He adds that they have taken enough of our bartering goods to make up their wages, and enough food to carry them to the next village.”

“Well,” finished Tom. as he folded the paper, “I suppose we can’t kick, and, maybe after all, it will be for the best.  Now to see if the chief can let us have some mules.”

It took some time, by means of signs, to make the chief understand what had happened, but, when Tom had presented him with a little toy that ran by a spring, and opened up a pack of trading goods, which he indicated would be exchanged for mules, or other beasts of burden, the chief grinned in a friendly fashion, and issued certain orders.

Several of his men hurried from the big hut, and a little later, when Tom was showing the chief how to run the toy, there was a sound of confusion outside.

“Bless my battle axe!” cried Mr. Damon.  “I hope that’s not another war going on.”

“It’s our new mules!” cried Ned, taking a look.  “And some cows and a bony horse or two, Tom.  We’ve drawn a rich lot of pack animals!”

Indeed there was a nondescript collection of beasts of burden.  There were one or two good mules, several sorry looking horses, and a number of sleepy-eyed steers.  But there were enough of them to carry all the boxes and bales that contained the outfit of our friends.

“It might be worse,” commented Tom.  “Now if they’ll help us pack up we’ll travel on.”

More sign language was resorted to, and the chief, after another present had been made to him, sent some of his men to help put the packs on the animals.  The steers, which Tom did not regard with much favor, proved to be better than the mules, and by noon our friends were all packed up again, and ready to take the trail.  The chief gave them a good dinner,—­as native dinners go,—­and then, after telling them that, though he had never seen the giants it had long been known that they inhabitated the country to the north, he waved a friendly good-bye.

“Well, we’ll see what luck we’ll have by ourselves,” remarked Tom, as he mounted a bony mule, an example followed by Ned, Mr. Damon and Eradicate, They had left behind some of their goods, and so did not have so much to carry.  Food they had in condensed form and they were getting into the more tropical part of the country where game abounded.

It was not as easy as they had imagined it would be for, with only four to drive so many animals, several of the beasts were continually straying from the trail, and once a big steer, with part of the aeroplane on its back, wandered into a morass and they had to labor hard to get the animal out.