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AMBUSHED!
“JUST ahead is a big camping ground, and one Indian ran into the jungle when he saw me.” Pedro’s face whitened. “This means trouble. The river is practically impassable here. Is it an old camping ground, Rod?” Harry hurried on ahead along the bank. He counted the marks of thirty-one tiny fires. There were roasted corn cobs, beans, and fish bones. This was a bad spot to meet Indians who were untamed and unfriendly. The party had no place of fortification or refuge to effect a slow approach, and no opportunity for flight if they wanted it. The men, who had been irritable and discouraged, were now tense and fearful. They worked fast and passed the second turbulent rapids, when the two men, who were aside guarding the cargo, motioned in the direction of a twenty-foot-high promontory on the bank. There stood a group of tall naked Indians - some six feet in height. Others
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