“I don’t know. But we won’t find it if we stand here.”
They started off again, this time exercising more caution as to where their feet touched. They had not gone far before they came upon some men who were driving small stakes in the ground, marking out the spot where one of the tents was to be pitched.
“Can you tell us where the cook tent is going up?” asked Phil politely.
“North side of the field,” grunted the man, not very good-naturedly.
“Which way is north?”
“Get a compass, get a compass,” was the discourteous answer.
“He’s a grouch. Come along,” urged Teddy Tucker.
A few moments later, attracted by a light that looked like a fire, the lads hurried toward it.
“Where will we find the cook tent?” questioned Phil again.
“Right here,” was the surprising answer.