Chester gazed aloft.
“By Jove! That’s what I call pretty tough luck,” he said. “Well, we’ll just have to make the most of it; that’s all.”
“The sooner we start, then, the sooner we’ll get there,” declared Hal. “Guns ready?”
“Ready,” was Chester’s brief response.
“Then let’s be moving. Follow me.”
Hal got to his feet, but, with a cry, as suddenly dropped down again.
“Hit, Hal?” cried Chester, as he stooped over his chum.
“No,” replied Hal.
“What’s the matter then?”
“Stick out your nose and have a look,” returned Hal.