“I believe those echoes will confuse them,” said Nat. “I know they would me.”
“I guess Long Gun can tell where we are if he hears ’em at all,” replied Jack. “But I think we’re quite a way from camp. I wish we’d stuck together.”
“Too late for that now. Fire again.”
They did so, and also shouted a number of times, moving about in the interval.
“Well,” said Nat at length as he noted the shadows growing longer and longer, “I guess we’re in for the night; and it’s getting colder, too.”
“You’re right, there,” answered Jack, turning up the collar of his coat. “Still there’s one consolation.”
“What’s that?”
“We haven’t gone in a circle. We haven’t seen anything of that peak we marked.”
“No; but it will soon be so dark we can’t see anything.”