“What about supper?” asked Bob anxiously. “Are we going back to the cabin to eat?”
“Not when we have all this grub with us,” Tinny said. “That’s why we brought it. We’ll eat after we strike the next trail.”
Bob looked better natured on hearing this, and began to take out some of the sandwiches, for they were fast approaching the second trail. On either that or the other they must, they thought, find some trace of Noddy.
It was getting late when they started down the second trail. It was through a wooded section, and as they approached a turn in the road Bob saw a spring of water.
“Here’s a good place to stop and eat,” he suggested. “We can get a drink here, and from the way your motor meter is registering, Tinny, you’ll need water in the radiator.”
“The fat boy’s right!” agreed the mine prospector. “We’ll eat and water the engine.”
Bob looked the gratitude he felt, and when the machine stopped he had one of the baskets opened and was ready to distribute the food.
Truth to tell, every one was as glad as was Bob to dip into the “nose bag,” as Ned laughingly remarked.
It was when they were in the midst of their basket-supper that Ned, who had gone to the spring for some water, suddenly exclaimed:
“Hark!”