"I don't think so—anyway, not such apples as we have up North. It's too hot."
They soon found that the oranges were even more green than the plantains, or bananas, had been. They passed the grove and came out on a rocky stretch, overlooking a little valley where flowed a tiny stream, glistening like silver in the sunlight.
"Beautiful scenery," murmured Leander, and Dick agreed with him. Then a flock of gayly-colored birds flew out of some brush to the right of them.
"If I only had my gun," cried Dick—for their firearms had been left at the resting place.
"Let us see if we can't locate their nests," said Leander.
"I don't want to rob their nests," declared Dick.
"Neither do I; but we might have a look at the kind of eggs they lay."
So the pair set off through the brush and over the rocks. They had gone less than fifty yards when they came to a spot covered with long rushes.
"The ground seems to be shaky here," began Leander, when suddenly, without warning, the rushes gave way, and down plunged both boys out of the bright sunlight into almost total darkness.
