The Boy Aviators in Africa by [psued.] Captain Wilbur Lawton
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page 48 of 229 (20%)
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Where the whirlpool sank into the bowels of the earth the walls came together at an angle forming a sort of triangular prison. At the top of this trap the boys could see a strip of blue sky and the outlines of the graceful tops of some bulbous stemmed palms but nothing else. Once a vulture sailed across the strip and sighting the two boys came lower to investigate. The sight of the carrion bird made both of the boys shudder. "Ugh, he scents a meal, he thinks we're dead already," cried Harry disgustedly. The sound of his voice echoed gloomily among the rocks. "We're dead already," came back in sepulchral tones. "I shan't try to wake that echo up again," said Harry in a low tone and shivering at the uncanny voice of the rock. Neither of the boys spoke for a long time. They sat there silently, occasionally standing up to get the stiffness out of their limbs till the strip of sky above began to darken to gray. "Well, here goes!" exclaimed Harry suddenly. Frank glanced sharply up. He did not like the wild tone in which the words were spoken. "What is it?" he asked sharply. |
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