"They made a bad job of it, Johnny, an awful bad job, an' mebby there'd been a better man layin' for you!" He was pulling Aldous in the bush as he spoke.

For ten minutes he dived on ahead through a jungle in which there was no trail.

Suddenly he turned, led the way around the edge of a huge mass of rock, and paused a moment later before a small smouldering fire.

Against the face of a gigantic boulder was a balsam shelter.

A few cooking utensils were scattered about.
It was evident that MacDonald had been living here for several days.
"Looks as though I'd run away, don't it, Johnny ?" he asked, laughing in his curious, chuckling way again.