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CHAPTER IV
Seeing the Sights
“DO you remember what we said yesterday about making an expedition to Africa?” asked Mr. Lewis as the youths sat up in bed expectantly.
“Why – you said you might go,” Bob answered.
“Well, there isn’t going to be any ‘might’ in it,” Mr. Lewis said. “We’re going.”
The youths bounded out of bed in wild excitement.
“You mean we’re actually going to Africa?” cried Joe, falling over himself in enthusiasm.
The naturalists laughed significantly.
“We’re not certain how that ‘we’ will work out,” chuckled Mr. Holton. “But we’re almost sure of one thing: Ben [Mr. Lewis] and I are going. How many more will make up the expedition we haven’t decided as yet. In fact, it was only this morning that we came to a conclusion.”
“Oh, you’ve got to take Joe and me,” Bob begged. “We always have wanted to explore in the Dark Continent. We’re plenty old enough to take care of ourselves. You see how we made short work of dangerous wild animals in the Andes and in Brazil. Well, we could do the same with lions and elephants.”
“Don’t be too sure of that,” said his father gravely but with twinkling eyes. “There’s scarcely anything worse than a charging elephant.”
“Just the same, we’d take care of the situation,” said Bob boastfully. “They wouldn’t stand much chance before the Lewis-Holton expedition. Why we’d mow ’em down right and left. But seriously, Dad, Mr. Lewis, why can’t Joe and I go with you?”
“We’d like to have you,” his father assured him. “But of course you’ll have to reckon with your mothers. Suppose,” he went on, “we don’t say anything more about this matter until we get back to Washington. You see, there’s a chance that the museum heads will have something else for us to do. In that case, we won’t go.”
“I’m betting you will,” smiled Joe, who felt there was a big chance of an expedition.
“Perhaps,” smiled Mr. Holton. “Right now, though, let’s think of something else. We want to leave for Washington tomorrow morning. We’d go today if Ben and I didn’t have some more business to look after.”
“Had breakfast yet?” inquired Joe.
“Breakfast? You mean lunch?” Mr. Lewis laughed. “Boys, in case you don’t know it, it’s nearly ten o’clock.”
“Wow!” cried Bob. “If Joe and I get to see any more of old San Francisco we’ll have to do some hustling.”
“Be careful that you don’t get in any danger. Don’t be carried away on some ship,” Mr. Holton said, grinning. “And now,” he added, “we’re leaving. Be back about three this afternoon. Take care of yourselves, boys. And be careful.”
“We will. So long, Mr. Lewis, Dad.”
The youths had been dressing during the conversation with their fathers, and now they were ready to get breakfast. After the meal, they would start out to see more of San Francisco and perhaps visit other cities across the bay.
A half hour later they were walking down Market Street toward the Ferry Building, having decided to see the busy waterfront.
It was no short distance to their destination, but they moved rapidly, dodging in and out among the crowd of shoppers. They were so interested in the sights about them that they found themselves almost without knowing it at the Ferry Building.
“Now let’s go around to the docks,” suggested Bob. “I’d like to see the boats coming in from the Orient.”
“Ought to see some,” Joe said. “There are a lot of steamship lines here.”
Directly in back of the building were the ferry slips. Bob and Joe stopped a few minutes to watch passengers board a boat to Oakland. Then they continued around to the docks, where scores of vessels were anchored.
Beside one dock was a huge liner almost ready to embark for Honolulu. The gangplank was being pulled in, ropes were loosened, and a general scene of excitement prevailed. Relatives and friends of the leavetakers waved hearty farewells as, with long blasts of the whistle, the ship slowly left the wharf.
Bob and Joe watched closely as it steamed majestically out into the blue Pacific. Not far out there was the Golden Gate. Beyond this was the Orient, with all its lure, its beckoning.
“I sure would give a lot to sail out on the Pacific,” sighed Bob, turning and walking on with his chum.
Away on around Embarcadero Street the boys came to Fishermen’s Wharf, where their eyes met with a sight slightly different. At a miniature harbor were scores of Italian fishing vessels. Their crew were busily engaged in preparing the boats for sailing, or in unloading the huge cargoes of fish.
“Look over here,” called Joe. “They’re selling fresh crab sandwiches. Let’s get some.”
“O.K. What do they taste like?”
The chums soon found out. A short, exceedingly fat man who always smiled served them with tempting steaming sandwiches in return for a meager sum. After the eventful morning they tasted delicious.
As they ate, Bob and Joe walked back down past the docks, their eyes always ready to single out the unusual. Although they had been in many interesting cities, never had they been more captivated than now.
Soon their attention was attracted by a coarse whistle, and looking around they saw a large freighter steaming up to the dock.
Ordinarily the boys would have paid little or no attention to the ship, for they had often watched vessels arriving and departing. But this time they looked up in wonder.
The freighter was listing badly to starboard and looked as though it were partly filled with water. How it kept from going over on its side was a puzzle to the chums.
When the ship had entered the dock and was moored by several men who stood by waiting, the gangplank was lowered, and the captain walked down, followed by others of the crew.
One of the men paused at the foot of the gangplank, and Joe took advantage of the opportunity.
“What was the trouble?” the youth asked, desiring to know what misfortune had befallen the ship.
“Struck a derelict,” was the reply. “It was an old clipper that was about rotted through. We can’t see yet how it got through the hull, but it did.”
“But how did it happen that your ship didn’t sink?” Joe inquired, his curiosity thoroughly aroused.
The sailor laughed.
“Be pretty hard to sink the Southern Cross,” he said. “She’s got watertight compartments. When she gets a leak, all we have to do is close up the doors. It – Hullo, Red. Let’s get goin’.”
With another of the crew, for whom he had been waiting, the seaman left the youths and moved on over to the dock.
Bob and Joe stood for some time looking at the unfortunate vessel. Then, as nothing of further interest happened, they walked on around the harbor, absorbed in thought.
The last few days had indeed been eventful to the chums. What did the future hold in store?
CHAPTER V
A Welcome Announcement
“WELL, boys, we’re leaving San Francisco tomorrow,” said Mr. Lewis as he greeted the chums late that afternoon.
“I’ll be glad to get back to Washington,” remarked Bob. “Of course, I’ve had a good time here – saw a lot of interesting sights and the like. But, after all – ”
“There’s no place quite like home,” chimed in his father with a smile.
“Especially with a trip to Africa in prospect,” Bob added.
“Ah! That accounts for your ardent desire to leave, does it?” asked Mr. Lewis. “I wondered why you made that remark about wanting to get back to Washington.”
Bob and Joe smiled.
“That partly accounts for it,” came from Joe. “But, honestly, Dad, you don’t blame us, do you?”
The youth hoped to corner his father, but the latter was more clever than he had imagined.
“Not in the least,” Mr. Lewis answered quickly. “I would want to go to Africa if I were you.”
Again the boys found themselves “stumped,” and again they were forced to drop the matter regarding the expedition to the Dark Continent. They could only hope for the best, remarked Bob as that night he retired.
Early the next morning the chums and their fathers were up making preparations for the journey across the continent. They had everything in readiness by eight o’clock.
In the hotel garage they were shown to Mr. Holton’s sedan. A porter had followed them with their grips, which were placed in the car’s trunk.
The chums gazed out fondly at the last views they got of San Francisco. Then they settled themselves down for the long ride.
Nothing of significance happened during the journey, and at last, after stops had been made at Denver, Kansas City, and a small city in Kentucky, they pulled into Washington.
At their homes, which were located next door to each other, the four received a warm welcome from the youths’ mothers, Joe’s sister, and Bob’s small brother.
“I sure enjoyed our stay in San Francisco,” remarked Bob that evening, as he sat on the porch with his father and chum.
“Especially right at this time,” put in Joe. “I’m glad to get back.”
“Why right at this time?” inquired Mr. Holton.
“Because,” explained Joe, “there’s a circus in town. And as I haven’t been to a circus for quite a while, I’m going. How about you, Bob?”
“It’s a go,” said Bob at once. “Let’s you and I drive over tomorrow in my new coupé. It’s a pip, all right.”
“What, the circus, or the car?” grinned Mr. Holton.
“Well, I don’t know about the circus,” said Bob. “But I know the car is. Anyway, I’d like to take a look at wild animals that were brought from Africa. Lions, leopards, and the like. Don’t you and Mr. Lewis want to go, Dad? We can put you in the rumble seat.”
“Rumble seat, huh? Hmm. I’d want better service than that.” The naturalist viewed his son critically though with twinkling eyes. “No, we men won’t go to the circus,” he added with a grin. “But you boys can.”
“Listen to that!” cried Bob, squaring his powerful shoulders. “I guess you men enjoy it about as much as anybody does. Now, you might,” he went on, struck with a sudden thought, “take Tommy. Of course, he’d like it. That would give you an excuse to go.”
“Maybe your little brother would rather play baseball,” suggested Mr. Holton. “He finds that interesting now, you know.”
“Nix,” countered Bob. “Tommy’s all for a circus. He’d rather see the wild animals than eat. And to tell the truth, Dad,” he added mischievously, “you’re about the same way. Don’t deny it, now.”
Mr. Holton smiled.
“I see you’re putting me up a tree,” he said. “But say!” – in a tone of dismay – “come to think of it, Tommy is going to Baltimore with his mother tomorrow.”
The naturalist’s face was a perfect picture of disappointment. Bob and Joe burst out in loud laughter, and Bob gave his father a shove.
“Now who can you take?” Bob chuckled, very much amused at Mr. Holton’s plight.
“That settles it,” the naturalist said. “Ben and I won’t go. We have some work in the museum that must be attended to, anyway.”
Bob gave his father an odd glance, and then, at a call of “dinner,” the little party disbanded.
The circus was on its second day in the city, and because of several unusual attractions was receiving considerable attention. One thing being featured was an immense gorilla which had just recently been brought from western Africa. It was supposedly the largest specimen in captivity.
The next morning Bob and Joe left for the circus grounds. There they found that a large crowd had already gathered to gain admittance.
“Suppose we go to the menagerie tent first,” suggested Bob. “We have some time yet before the performance opens. I want to take a look at that big gorilla.”
“And if what we’ve heard is true, he’s a whopper.”
This was no exaggeration, as the chums found a little later. The big ape seemed the very personification of power. His huge chest was several times as big as a man’s. His long large arms looked capable of crushing an enemy into a shapeless mass. The little beady eyes were defiant, moving from one to another of the spectators.
“How would you like to meet that fellow in a wrestling match?” said Bob with a laugh.
Joe smiled unwillingly.
“He wouldn’t leave a grease spot of you,” he said. “Fifteen or twenty champion wrestlers wouldn’t have the slightest chance in the world with him.”
There was a far-away look in Bob’s eyes, which Joe noticed as he happened to turn about.
“What’s got into you?” the latter asked. “You look like a great scientist that’s just made a wonderful discovery.”
Bob roused himself and laughed.
“I was just thinking,” he said.
“About what?”
“Africa. Gorillas like this fellow here. Lions. Wild elephants. Tall forest giants. Adventure.”
“Wow!” cried Joe. “You’ll have me running around in circles. You know,” he went on more seriously, “it’s up to us to get our dads in the notion of going to Africa very soon now. And we’ll have to make them let us go along. They – ”
He stopped abruptly and smiled sheepishly as he caught sight of two men standing beside him. Those men were none other than Mr. Lewis and Mr. Holton.
“What th – ” cried Bob, who had also seen.
“Didn’t expect to find us here, did you?” asked Mr. Holton with a grin.
“And you said you weren’t coming!” roared Bob. He looked about.
“Tommy didn’t come,” his father said. “He went with his mother. But,” with a glance at Mr. Lewis, “Ben and I decided to take a look at this whale of a gorilla here. What do you think of him, boys?”
“Biggest I’ve ever seen,” came from Joe. “Wonder how he was captured.”
“It wasn’t an easy job,” said Mr. Lewis. “I once saw natives in Africa capture a gorilla. Was in the Mountains of the Moon. They used a peculiar trap consisting of a circular hole in the ground. When the animal fell into the hole, a noose was tightened around its neck.”
“You say you were there?” asked Bob. “How long ago has it been?”
“A good many years – four, to be exact. Howard and I went together on a big expedition. We brought back several unusual specimens of animal life.”
“Then,” began Bob with a smile, “you’ll probably go again in the next few days, won’t you? Back in San Francisco you said you were going.”
Mr. Lewis and Mr. Holton exchanged amused glances.
“Shall we tell them, Ben?” asked Bob’s father.
“Tell us what?” cried Joe, sensing that something was in the wind.
“Simply that we’re leaving for Africa Friday,” was the quiet answer from Mr. Lewis.
CHAPTER VI
The Business Card
AT Mr. Lewis’s words, Bob and Joe stood mouth agape. They stared at the naturalist for several seconds in sheer surprise. Then they were overcome with joy.
“You’re not kidding, are you?” cried Bob, finally managing to utter the words.
“Not a bit,” said Mr. Lewis. “In fact, as soon as we put the proposed expedition before the museum heads, they were captivated by the idea. Said they greatly desired new specimens from Africa, and if we could get them it would be perfectly all right. They’re going to fix everything up for us.”
“Man alive!” cried Joe. “It’ll be a wonderful opportunity. Of course,” he went on, “there’s a chance that Bob and I may go with you, isn’t there?”
“Let’s not discuss that matter just now,” Mr. Holton said. “Of course, you know there are others besides Ben and I who have a say. But we’ll give it a thought, boys.”
“And now we’re off for the museum,” announced Joe’s father.
“Aren’t you going to stay for the circus performance?” asked Bob in some surprise.
“Really we haven’t the time, Son,” answered Mr. Holton. “With this African mission on our hands we’ll have to do some hustling. We just came down here to take a look at this big gorilla. Well, we’ll see you later, boys. Be good.”
With this the naturalists took their leave, while their sons glanced at each other.
“A trip to Africa!” cried Bob joyfully. He picked his chum up and danced around with him in happiness.
“Better cut this stuff out,” advised Joe. “As soon as you calm down a little you’ll lose some of that excess strength – and then maybe you’ll let me drop.”
Bob released his chum and stopped his dance of joy, as he noticed that people were beginning to trickle into the tent. But his face retained its look of exultation.
The boys still had some time before the performance was to start and amused themselves by looking about the grounds.
Later, in the main tent, the chums enjoyed the show immensely. Perhaps, however, as Bob said, they could have enjoyed it still more had they not been so absorbed in the coming expedition to Africa.
“We’ll just have to go with you,” pleaded Joe when the two had gone to the museum to join their fathers. “Why, you know it wouldn’t be complete without us.”
“Perhaps not,” came from Mr. Lewis, “although we hadn’t thought of it in that light.”
“You know we can take care of ourselves,” Bob defended himself and his friend. “And we’re both good shots. Remember the time when we potted off those gazelles on the Sahara?”
“Sure thing,” said Mr. Holton, nodding. “And you’ve brought us many other valuable specimens, too. But to tell the truth, boys, we’re not anxious for you to go with us this time. You see, we have orders to shoot some very dangerous game. Lions, rhinos, buffaloes, and the like.”
“Better and better!” exclaimed Bob, his eyes brightening still more. “Just where do you intend to explore?”
“In the middle of the Congo Basin,” returned his father. “Our ship will take us to Mombasa. From there we’ll take a train – ”
“Train?” interrupted Joe, greatly puzzled. “Do they have trains in the heart of Africa?”
“Not exactly in the heart of Africa,” Mr. Holton answered. “But there is a railroad running from Mombasa to Lake Victoria. As I was saying, we’ll board a train and go as far as it will carry us. Then we’ll have to organize a safari.”
“Exactly what is that?” inquired Bob. “I’ve often heard the term, but never was quite clear about its meaning.”
“Safari means practically the same as expedition,” Mr. Lewis explained. “It is an Arabic term that is used quite frequently in Africa. A safari is composed of the explorers, the native police, bearers, and the like. It may vary from just a few people to several hundred. In our case, however, we won’t need a large number of carriers. If we do need more, we can engage them in the jungle to carry our specimens back to the coast. The money that they charge is only a very meager amount.”
“Just what animals do you want especially to bag?” asked Bob. “Of course, you want lions, don’t you?”
“Lions, yes,” returned his father. “And other dangerous game. But we also want to investigate reports of several strange animals that are at present generally unknown. Whether we’ll find them we have yet to see – if nothing with sharp teeth stops us,” he added with a smile.
“Nothing will,” said Bob conclusively. “But just what is the most dangerous game of Africa?”
The naturalists glanced at each other.
“Better not ask that question, or you’ll start a heated debate,” laughed Mr. Lewis. “Howard and I are very much in disagreement about it.”
“Why?” persisted Bob.
“You father is inclined to place the rhino as the most dangerous, while I would say the buffalo comes first. But to settle the argument, both are bad enough when they’re after you.”
“But what about the lion?” demanded Joe. “Isn’t he dangerous?”
“Very much so,” answered Mr. Holton. “However, he isn’t considered anything like the two animals that Ben mentioned. That doesn’t mean, though, that it’s advisable to go out and pick a quarrel with the king of beasts,” he added whimsically.
“Let me get a map of Africa, boys,” said Joe’s father, rising. “Then we can see exactly where we intend to explore.”
He went over to a bookcase in a corner of the office, returning a moment later with a large cloth map of the Dark Continent.
But at that moment the telephone rang, and Mr. Holton stepped over to answer it.
A few seconds later he uttered a cry of surprise. His brow wrinkled, and his face took on a look of dismay.
“Why, it can’t be!” he cried excitedly. “Stolen! Gone!”
At the scientist’s ominous words Mr. Lewis looked up in wonder. The boys too listened intently. They were growing impatient when Mr. Holton again spoke.
“Stay where you are,” he directed the person at the other end of the line. “We’ll meet you at once.”
With these words he hung up and turned to the others.
“Those specimens that we bought from Thompson in Chicago – they’ve been stolen!” he explained in a worried voice.
“What!” cried Mr. Lewis angrily. “Do you mean that?”
“Every word of it,” was the response. “We must go at once. If we get there in time we may be able to find the culprit.”
The naturalists grabbed their hats and dashed out of the office and through the building to the outside. Bob and Joe followed them, although without knowing where they were going.
All got in Mr. Holton’s car, which was parked near the museum.
“Now we must hurry,” Bob’s father said, starting the engine. “The robbery took place but a short time ago, and there is a chance that we can overtake the thief.”
“Weren’t the specimens covered by insurance?” inquired Joe.
Mr. Lewis shook his head.
“But even if they were,” the naturalist said, “this is a case where insurance could not replace the loss. Such rare birds and animals as those can be procured only with great patience and labor under a hot sun. You fellows know what a job it is to stalk wild animals. And it isn’t likely that we’ll find others like them in Africa.”
With a roar and a rush the automobile shot out into the street and was soon caught in the midst of heavy traffic. Although Mr. Holton greatly desired to travel at a rapid pace, he found it impossible to do so.
“Where are we going?” asked Bob. “We’ve been so interested in the robbery itself that Joe and I haven’t thought to inquire where the specimens were when they were stolen.”
“In a railroad freight yard,” returned his father. “The museum sent one of its trucks after them as soon as they arrived. I don’t have the details about the happening, but the box of specimens must have been stolen while the truck driver was not around. Apparently the robber was familiar with the contents of the box. Perhaps he had carefully planned the theft in advance. Heard us talking about the specimens, maybe.”
“Well, he won’t get away with it if we can help it,” said Bob with determination. “We’ll catch him somehow.”
“Let’s hope you’re right,” Mr. Holton said gravely as he pushed the accelerator still nearer to the floorboard.
After what seemed like hours they pulled up at their destination – a railroad freight yard.
Inside the main building they found the truck driver awaiting them, on his face a look of deep anxiety. His features relaxed a little as he caught sight of the two naturalists.
Mr. Lewis at once demanded an account of what had happened and urged the man to relate every detail.
The driver explained that he had loaded the box of specimens on the truck and, not doubting that they would be safe, had gone into the freight office for a brief stay. When he returned to the truck, he found, to his astonishment, that the box was gone. It was only then that he fully realized what had happened.
“If I’d only seen the guy that took them we might catch him,” he finished.
The scientists were greatly vexed at the driver for not taking better care of such valuable goods, but they managed to keep their temper.
They walked out to the truck to discover, if possible, the thief’s means of escape.
“He probably had another automobile waiting to take those specimens,” remarked Joe. “Maybe we can find its tracks. The ground here is soft after the recent rain.”
A careful survey of the roadway was not in vain, for soon they saw wide tracks of automobile tires which possessed a very odd tread.
“Here’s a clue, anyway,” said Mr. Holton. “Every little thing counts, you know.”
Bob had gone a piece toward the street. Now he came running toward the others.
“Look!” he cried excitedly. “I’ve found something. Let’s see what it is.”
