Our absolute lack of facts only made the field of discussion wider.
"We'll leave papers with our consul where the yacht stays," Terry planned.

"If we don't come back in--say a month--they can send a relief party after us." "A punitive expedition," I urged.

"If the ladies do eat us we must make reprisals." "They can locate that last stopping place easy enough, and I've made a sort of chart of that lake and cliff and waterfall." "Yes, but how will they get up ?" asked Jeff.
"Same way we do, of course.

If three valuable American citizens are lost up there, they will follow somehow--to say nothing of the glittering attractions of that fair land--let's call it 'Feminisia,'" he broke off.
"You're right, Terry.

Once the story gets out, the river will crawl with expeditions and the airships rise like a swarm of mosquitoes." I laughed as I thought of it.