onward.




CHAPTER IX

THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAIN


Frank's wound fortunately turned out to be nothing very serious--
though painful enough--and after it had been treated with
antiseptics from the medicine chest he declared that, aside from the
stiffness and soreness, he felt no ill effect.

"Those fellows certainly gave us a sample of what we may expect,"
remarked Harry, examining the hole in his shirt where the arrow had
ripped through.

"It was quite as narrow an escape as I care to experience," agreed
Frank. "How about you, Ben?"

"Wall," said the old adventurer, "I don't know as how I think that
kind of excitement is as beneficial fer the health as the rest
cure."

Meanwhile the Golden Eagle, plowing through the clear African air at
fifty miles an hour, rapidly drew nearer and nearer to the
mysterious Moon Mountains.