“How’d they get away so fast?” Jack murmured, annoyed at himself for having missed the group.
“We sat by the roadside a lot longer than we realized, I guess.”
“Well, we’re not really lost,” Jack asserted. “We can follow this cart road back to the shed.”
“Sure,” War agreed, “but we may not hit the right shed without a lot of hunting. Hey, listen! I think I hear someone talking!”
Pausing, the two became attentive to the sounds about them. A humming bird whirred by and there came the throaty croak of a frog from a nearby irrigation ditch.
“I don’t hear anyone—” Jack began, only to check himself. “Yes, I do,” he corrected.
The inaudible words reached his ears only as an indistinct, blurred flow of speech.
“That must be our guide!” he exclaimed. “Catch the direction, War?”
“This way,” his companion directed, starting down one of the grassy lanes.
“Hold on,” Jack called, but War, impulsive as always, paid no heed.