“No, and you never saw George Washington,” spoke Budge quickly. “But you’re sure he was here once, ain’t you?”
“This is different,” remarked Bony.
“’Sallright. You’ll find that’s a big bird, like a roc,” declared Budge, while he began to help the Indian get supper.
They discussed, until quite late that night, the cause of the mysterious noises they had heard, and also what peculiar bird or beast had had the struggle with the men. Then Jack finally declared:
“Oh, what’s the use of wasting our breath over it? We can’t decide what it was. There’s only one thing to do.”
“What’s that?” asked Sam.
“Try and find out what it was.”
“How can we?”
“Well, I’ve got two plans. One is to make another trip on the other side of the mountain, and go farther next time. We can search for some sort of a camp.”
“And the other plan?” asked Will.