The Forest of Mystery

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ob's father, while Mr.

go there. Here's the address. I jotted it down wh

n, taking the slip of paper Joe handed him. He

of an automobile he turned over. He asked us to come and see him toni

car over?" queried Mr

ut it was a pretty narrow escap

en liked the prospect of the youths going t

s?" inquired Mr. Lewis. "'Most anythi

e care of ourselves. If we could come safely out of the jungles of Brazil, the Sah

e it used to be," admitted Mr. Holton. "But be o

ook hi

e have to," he assured him. "And

that they had barely a half hour to get to the Chinama

too near Grant Avenue to take a s

Bob. "But if we hurry I thi

pleasure seekers. As they walked, they took in the sights of the great city. Lights, lights. Tall bu

rant Avenue, and up this they turned. T

tructures that were distinctly Oriental. Many of the shops displayed colorful electric

" Bob was taking in th

Joe. "Even New York doesn't

to a little shop that exhibited the w

At any rate, it has the same street n

Let's

have a word about them and their experiences up to the present,

ful shoulders that were now bronzed from his life in the open. His bright blue eyes

still further darkened by the tropical sun. He was of much lighter build than h

to their delight the boys were permitted to accompany their fathers to the jungles of Brazil, where they encountered wild animals and

on-the Sahara Desert. Here they endured terrible sand storms, went for days without water, and fo

nown. In the Andes Mountains of South America they had still more exciting experiences. How they were guided by an old scientist al

their fathers announced that they were going to San Francisco to see a naturalist, Thompson,

hat they are facing a small Chinaman, the

recognizing them at once. "Come.

t through the shop, noting c

adding machines. Never before had the boys been so interested in a store. They found t

hop by a queer curtain, was a little room. Here i

isitors, pointing to two crude

told, wonderin

ilence the litt

et machine," he began. "For that I want giv

d then watched the Chinaman walk over to

ully to see that no one other than the boys wa

od luck rings. I want you wear them-all tlime. They bling you m

ny queer Oriental figures. Bob's ring was particularly odd. On it

ad no faith in the charm the ring was supposed to have posses

aid. "But there is a secret abo

ward in his chair. His fri

vigorously. "You must guard those rings v

nts to get these?" asked

re. I not tell how I get them. But I say for y

th them?" inquired Joe. "Are

Lee n

le box. But I play tlick on them. They not find rings. I keep them hid-where no man find them. Moy Ling-he one

ed over to the co

They had been greatly impressed w

of it all?" asked

he'd tell us where he got th

yes were fixed on the curious curtain t

ollowed thos

fear creeping down his spine. "There's somebody hiding th

s feet. "No, don't!" his friend pleaded.

inally decided to r

ings, he'll get fooled," the y

ad returned to his chair. The Chinama

ing in the store?" asked Bob,

me, Pong Lee, n

there-there's someone in there, near the curtain. I don'

ing. His eyes wer

It is someone after the

it they won't," Bob

l in Pong Lee's hand. How the man had pro

" asked Joe. "Better not g

ntly over to the end of the curtain, near the wall. His little

slowly that only the movement

d by the suspense,