“Fine!” cried Ned.  “When can we start?”

Once more the professor and the native conversed in the strange tongue, and then Professor Bumper announced: 

“He says it will be better for us to go back where we left our things and camp there.  He will stay with us to-night and in the morning go on to the nearest Indian town and come back with porters and helpers.”

“I think that is good advice to follow,” put in Tom, “for we do need our goods; and if we reached the settlement ourselves, we would have to send back for our things, with the uncertainty of getting them all.”

So it was agreed that they would make a forced march back through the jungle to where they had been deserted by Jacinto.  There they would make camp for the night, and until such time as Tolpec could return with a force of porters.

It was not easy, that backward tramp through the jungle, especially as night had fallen.  But the new Indian guide could see like a cat, and led the party along paths they never could have found by themselves.  The use of their pocket electric lights was a great help, and possibly served to ward off the attacks of jungle beasts, for as they tramped along they could hear stealthy sounds in the underbush on either side of the path, as though tigers were stalking them.  For there was in the woods an animal of the leopard family, called tiger or “tigre” by the natives, that was exceedingly fierce and dangerous.  But watchfulness prevented any accident, and eventually the party reached the place where they had left their goods.  Nothing had been disturbed, and finally a fire was made, the tents set up and a light meal, with hot tea served.

“We’ll get ahead of Beecher yet,” said Tom.

“You seem as anxious as Professor Bumper,” observed Mr. Damon,

“I guess I am,” admitted Tom.  “I want to see that idol of gold in the possession of our party.”

The night passed without incident, and then, telling his new friends that he would return as soon as possible with help, Tolpec, taking a small supply of food with him, set out through the jungle again.

As the green vines and creepers closed after him, and the explorers were left alone with their possessions piled around them, Ned remarked: 

“After all, I wonder if it was wise to let him go?”

“Why not?” asked Tom.

“Well, maybe he only wanted to get us back here, and then he’ll desert, too.  Maybe that’s what he’s done now, making us lose two or three days by inducing us to return, waiting for what will never happen—­his return with other natives.”

A silence followed Ned’s intimation.

CHAPTER XV

IN THE COILS

“Ned, do you really think Tolpec is going to desert us?” asked Tom.

“Well, I don’t know,” was the slowly given reply.  “It’s a possibility, isn’t it?”