“And it’s about time, too,” remarked Ned, looking at his watch. “It’s after five, and it will soon be dark. Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
“Oh, wait a while,” advised Bart. “We’ll soon be back at camp. I think I know a short cut, and then we can have a hot supper.”
“Well, go ahead,” agreed Frank. “A short cut will be just the thing. I’m tired.”
Bart started off with an air of confidence, hesitated a moment, and then plunged his hand in his pocket.
“Well, I’ll be hanged!” he burst out.
“What’s the matter?” inquired Fenn.
“My compass—I haven’t got it. Let me take one of you fellow’s.”
“I haven’t any,” said Fenn. “Left it in camp.”
“So did I,” added Frank and Ned.
“You did?” asked Bart, blankly.