“I’m starving too,” War announced with chagrin. “Let’s get out of this steam bath!”
“Now just sit still and think for a change!” Jack scolded him. “I’m not blaming you, because I was equally at fault. But if we’d used our heads, instead of chasing off in pursuit of a voice, we wouldn’t be here now.”
“What’ll we do? Sit and wait for someone to find us?”
“We could, but it would waste a lot of time. The bananas in this particular row are only half developed. So I imagine a cutter won’t be coming this way for days or weeks.”
“Meanwhile, we survive on raw lizards and green bananas—”
“Try to be serious, War. We’re bound to cause Hap and the gang a lot of trouble if we don’t find the group fast.”
“What can we do except start walking?”
“The point is, we’ve got to figure out a sensible route—just moving from row to row at random won’t get us to the cart road unless we’re lucky.”
“Can’t we retrace our way? We can follow our own prints, I reckon. But it will take an age.”
“In the end it probably will save time,” Jack declared, getting up from the mat of banana leaves. “If we miss our own trail, we still have the sun to guide us. It was at our back when we started this way.”