The boys took a last look at the aeroplane, and bidding Mr. Swaim good-by, set off on a long tramp over the mountain for their camp. Fortunately the weather was fine, and they were not hampered by any storm, so they reached their tent late that afternoon.
“Jugitback?” asked Budge, as calmly as if they had been gone only an hour or so, and he pulled out a long string of gum, and began to work it back into his mouth again.
“Yes, we’re here,” said Jack. “Did you and Long Gun get along all right?”
“Sure’syou’reafoothigh.”
“Well, we’ll soon begin packing for home——”
“Home? You mean Pryor’s Gap, I guess,” exclaimed Nat. “You’re not going without seeing Mabel; are you?”
“That’s none of your affair,” retorted Jack, his face reddening under his tan.
“We ought to have one more hunt before we go,” said Sam.
“That’s what,” put in Bony, and Jack agreed.