“We’ve been lost, and we’ve just found ourselves,” explained Jack. “We’re on our way to Camp No. 3.”
“Oh, no, you’re not!” exclaimed Sam, smiling.
“Why not?” Bert wanted to know.
“For the simple reason that you’re on your way to Camp No. 2,” answered Sam. “You’re going the wrong way for Camp No. 3.”
“Well, maybe we are twisted,” admitted Jack, “but as long as we’re headed for some camp, I don’t care what it is.
“We’ve been out all night,” he added, “or at least sheltered in only an old cabin. We haven’t had anything to-day but some coffee, and we’re about done out. Isn’t this storm fierce?”
“Oh, we’re used to these up here in the Adirondacks,” spoke Sam.
Then the boys told how they had been out hunting and had seen the signpost that informed them it was seven miles to Ramsen.
“But you went the wrong way!” exclaimed Sam, when he had heard the details. “Ramsen was in just the opposite direction.”