“Lost?” he repeated.
“That’s what I said, Nat. Long Gun was right, and so was Tanker Ike. It’s a heap sight easier to get lost in here than I thought. Why, every one of these peaks looks just like the one next to it. I don’t believe we’ve been over the same bit of ground twice.”
“I know how we can tell.”
“How?”
“Make a mark on one of these peaks, and then walk around and see if we get back to it.”
“That’s a good way, but in which direction shall we go?”
Nat shrugged his shoulders.
“You’ve got me,” he admitted. “But, say, didn’t we come into this bad section from the east when we were after the deer?”
“Yes,” said Jack after a little thought, “I believe we did. I know when we were eating lunch I noted the sun. We sure did come in from the east. But what of that?”
“Why, if we want to go back we must walk toward the east. That is, have the sun at our backs. Instead of that we’ve been walking with the sun in our faces most of the time. Let’s try it.”