"Well, so long, skipper," Henry shut him off. "You'd better be getting on board, because we're going to hike."
And for Captain Trefethen, staring at the backs of his departing passengers, remained naught but to obey. Helping to shove the boat oft, he climbed in, took the steering sweep, and directed his course toward the Angelique. Glancing back from time to time, he saw the party on the beach shoulder the baggage and disappear into the dense green wall of vegetation.
They came out upon an inchoate clearing, and saw gangs of peons at work chopping down and grubbing out the roots of the virgin tropic forest so that rubber trees for the manufacture of automobile tires might be planted to replace it. Leoncia, beside her father, walked in the lead. Her brothers, Ricardo and Alesandro, in the
