d Tom can take the next shot. Get in the wagon quietly, and
prepare."

"Now, ready, aim, fire!" Something came down from the tree faster than
an ordinary descent.

"Get into the wagon, quickly," and suiting the action to the word, they
leaped up quickly.

"Don't shoot, George, until you see something definite to shoot at."

Something went crashing through the underbrush, and Angel, who was their
monitor, increased his alarm.

"I believe it is making for us."

The boys who had shot were now prepared with the newly loaded guns and
awaited the attack, but beyond the plain movement of the leaves, and
what appeared to be breaking twigs, nothing could be discerned, until
George almost screamed, as he saw the object above them, high in the
branches.

"Here is a chance for a shot?" And Harry and Ralph both aimed and fired
at the same moment, and the animal came down with a crash and landed
near the wagon, but was up in an instant, and appeared to spring out
through the forest.

Angel quieted down, and this gave George assurance that they were rid of
the animal.

The second day was not filled with stirring events, and they went along
with considerable speed, and judging from their former estimates the
distance traveled during the two days must have brought them fully forty
or fifty miles from home, so they counted on being able to reach the
location of the boat some time during the following day.

Before noon of the day they sighted the West River, but they reached it
at an unfamiliar point.

George and Harry looked at each other in surprise. "It does seem to me,"
said Harry, "that we must have made some miscalculation in coming from
the woods. If I am not mistaken we are miles south of the place we ought
to have aimed for."

Beyond question the direction was to the north, and the team was headed
for that direction, their route being near the river, as the ground was
much smoother, and speed was thus made.

"What is this?" asked Ralph in consternation. "Here are tracks."

The trails were examined, and Harry solved the question by the assertion
that it was the tracks made by their own wagon when they escaped from
the savages on the other side of the river.

"What idiots we have been to expose ourselves to the savages."

"We must leave the river bed now, or we may be discovered," was George's
answer, and the yaks were guided to a higher elevation, and urged
forward at a higher speed.

Selecting a secluded sp