He spoke once more to the six men, who disappeared into the forest as quietly as they had come. Then Bilette, wrapping himself up in his cloak, went to sleep.
The others followed his example, and soon the camp was quiet. Noddy now had his plans in working order, and he thought, with satisfaction, of the revenge he would have.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
ON THE TRAIL.
“Come, come, boys! Are you going to sleep all day?” exclaimed Professor Snodgrass, the next morning.
His cheery voice awoke the others, and they sat up on the hard cots.
“Where are we? Oh, yes, I remember now!” said Bob. “I thought I was back at the gold mine.”
“I dreamed I was back in Cresville,” added Jerry. “I wonder how all the folks are. We must write some letters home.”
After breakfast, which the Mexican and his wife served in an appetizing style, the travelers decided to delay their start an hour or two, and spend the time writing. Professor Snodgrass said he had no one to correspond with, so he wandered off with his net and specimen box, but the boys got out paper, pens and ink, and were soon busy scratching away.