“All right? Why shouldn’t he be?” inquired Bart.
“Well, I was a little worried about leaving him alone.”
“Why Fenn is able to take care of himself,” declared Ned. “Besides, what’s there to be afraid of?”
“I don’t know,” admitted Frank. “But suppose another spell of fever should suddenly develop, and he was all alone? It wouldn’t be very nice.”
“Well, he was as anxious to have us go as we were to start off,” remarked Bart.
“I know it, but still, I can’t help feeling a little anxious.”
“Oh, he’ll be all right,” declared Bart, confidently. “He’ll have a good fire ready for us, coffee made, and all we’ll have to do will be to clean these ducks and put them to roast.”
The boys, in the excitement of the chase, had gone farther into the woods than they had anticipated on starting out. Consequently it was later than they expected when they got to where they saw landmarks that told them they were near camp.
“It’s only about half a mile farther now,” remarked Bart.