“Yes. They’re stationed about fifteen miles from Elks Creek.”
“The Headless Hollow area has a lake,” Jack reminded the group. “Do you suppose it would be possible to get the rangers to fly over that lake and drop a supply of food?”
“Jack, you have a brain!” Ken exclaimed. “Only how do we get word to the rangers?”
“That part’s easy,” Willie said quietly. “War and I will carry the message.”
The unselfishness of the two Scouts drew everyone’s admiration. Jack and Ken insisted that if anyone turned back, they would be the ones to do it. But in this they were overruled by both Mr. Livingston and the rancher.
After a thorough discussion, Willie’s plan prevailed. Accordingly, he and War took light packs with just enough food and bedding to see them safely back to Elks Creek.
“We’ll have a plane speeding to Headless Hollow in a couple of days,” Willie promised. “But if it should be a little longer, don’t worry. We’ll get it there somehow.”
“Take the return trip slowly,” Mr. Livingston urged them.
He offered to go with them, but they would not hear of it. War insisted that he felt strong again after his night’s rest and could make the return journey without difficulty.
“It’s better this way,” he said. “When I took a look at that mountain last night, I knew I never could make it to the pass.”