"Lost again," wailed Henrietta. "How very stupid we are!"
"It's my fault," admitted Bartlett truthfully, but with contrition. "I said to take this turn back there near that barrel factory."
"We can go back," suggested Billy.
"Parker told me last night," said the general gloomily, "that there was no settlement north of here for forty miles. We have probably come north."
"If we have come twenty miles, we can go twenty more without dying," said Bartlett.
"I don't know," laughed Henrietta. "I am famished now."
"So am I," wailed Billy. "Henrietta, haven't we a thing to eat?"
"Not a thing," said Henrietta.
"Hit her up," cried Bartlett jovially. "We will break some more speed laws, by George. I want something to eat."
"We have heard nothing from father," teased Henrietta, her laughing eyes on the Watermelon's face, full of tender amusement. He was so young and looked so serious and almost unhappy that she was unhappy herself.