In this thrilling adventure, Rick and Scotty travel up to Hudson Bay as guests of the Canadian Wildlife Service to test Rick's new tracking collar system on the famed Hudson Bay area polar bears. Strange events begin to plague the boys even before t...
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Rick and Scotty solve a thrilling mystery in the jungles of the Philippines in this exciting story from 1954 - and Rick actually brings his own Piper Cub airplane along with him!
Rick and Scotty stumble upon an exciting clue to the mystery surrounding them ...
Rick made a smirking noise as he pressed his lips together and stared. "He's got a rifle and he sure does look Eskimo, but not weird and ugly like those other guys. Maybe he's not one of them?"
Scotty hunched his shoulders. "I'm not taking any chances."
He aimed his rifle high over the man's head and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out loud and clear in the stillness. He held his breath as the approaching man dropped down to a squatting position.
"Hold it out there!" Rick shouted, his voice gone hard. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The man stooped lower, peering ahead through the trees and brush. He pulled back a little, looking warily around, then rested his rifle on one knee.
He shouted, "I'mee Chikchak Charlie! I'mee on way back to cabin where I live. Heard big boom and hide away in trees while crazy Iglitaks run by screaming - and I don't mean it mebbe! So I came see what happen. Who heck are you?"
"Iglitaks?" Rick yelled back. "What do you mean?"
"Eskimo tribe men from up north," was the man's loud reply. "They come down these ways to kidnap men. But not me, I tell ya. Those fellas not gettin' me!"
Rick and Scotty looked at each other meaningfully. Their assumptions about the pack of wild men had been dead on.
"We're two fellows from the States," Rick shouted again, twisting back to the stranger in the bush. "Those men chased us and shot at us. We ran back here and got trapped in a cage. Can you help us?"
The man rose slowly to his feet, lowering his rifle to his side. "I come help. In a hurry. Don't shoot, no way no how. And no mebbe 'bout it!"
Scotty groaned and rolled his eyes in frustration. "Maybe. Maybe! Oh my god jeez, it must be the favorite Eskimo word this season."
"We won't shoot," Rick called out to the newcomer, ignoring Scotty's outburst. "Come around the deadfalls and help us." Then he flashed a quick glance at Scotty. "Can't you refrain from sarcasm for at least a minute, huh?" he laughed.
"Possibly," the Scott boy replied, his face passive but his eyes glinting back with humor. "If he gets us out of here I'll promise to stay as serious and mum as a bum on the run."
"That I'd like to see," Rick mumbled with a doubtful lift of his shoulders, as they watched the man pick his way through the debris-strewn area of the explosion.
