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,