Bob opened one package of sandwiches, remarking that there were two apiece and that it would be best to save the second batch until later, and in this his chums agreed.
They ate, drank some of the clear, cold water that bubbled up out of a rock, and then looked about them for a time without speaking.
Echo Canyon as a whole extended north and south, but it had many branches.
“The question is, which way do we want to go?” asked Jerry. “And we’ve got to decide quickly or the sun will be down and we can’t see which way to go.”
“I say go to the north,” remarked Ned. “We came in that way, I’m pretty sure.”
“And I’m equally certain that we came in from the south and should go out that way,” said Jerry.
“And there you are!” exclaimed Bob.
“Well, what do you say?” asked Jerry, a bit sharply. “Looks as if you had the deciding vote, Chunky.”
Bob shook his head in perplexity.
“By golly!” he exclaimed, “I don’t know what to say. One minute it seems to me that we came in from the south, and then, the more I think of it, it seems as if it was the north. I’m all turned around!”