Scott did not mind telling his sensations as long as he had not yielded to them and he found most of the others had felt about the same way.
“Strange,” Bill said, “all you fellows felt like running. Such a thing never occurred to me, but,” he added, with a grin, “I pulled up a four-inch sapling trying to keep from jumping in this lake.”
“I wonder if we’ll be going home now?” Greenleaf asked, as he stretched wearily out on the flat of his back.
“No,” Scott said, “Sturgis sent the wagons up to the Lodge just before he came over here.”
“I suppose we’ll have to patrol this line all night,” Spencer grunted. “Where’s Sturgis now?”
“Went west again.”
“Holy mackinaw!” Bill exclaimed. “That man has walked just one thousand miles since morning. I’m going to sleep.”
CHAPTER XIII
But just then Franklin came in with Sturgis.
“Pretty dry out that way,” he grinned, helping himself to an enormous slab of bread and a big hunk of cheese.