“Say, just how much longer will our food last?” demanded Jerry.
“Oh, well, maybe a week, or a week and a half,” began Bob, “but——”
“A week!” cried Ned. “And you’ve been throwing this scare into us with a week’s rations on hand! Getting me up, to lose my beauty sleep, and all that!”
“I’d duck him if it wasn’t so far to the water,” groaned Jerry.
“Well, a week’s supply isn’t any too much,” declared Bob, defending his course. “Come on, now. We might as well keep on searching until it’s time for breakfast. It will give us good appetites, and it’s early yet.”
“As if you needed an appetite,” muttered Jerry, as his eyes roved over the ground.
Professor Snodgrass, giving over his attempt to capture the particular specimen he was after, came up to where the boys were.
“Have you found anything?” he asked.
“Nothing in your line, I guess, Professor,” answered Ned. “We were looking for—Look at that!” he cried quickly. “There may be something you want, Mr. Snodgrass. There! Right between those two black stones!