"This is a fine state of affairs, I must say," groaned Mark, presently. "Bob, we are worse than a couple of children."
"It's like bein' at sea without a compass," declared the former sailor lad. "We don't know in what direction to steer to make port."
"Well, one thing is certain, we can't stay here all day."
"We can if we have to."
"Don't you want to make a move?"
"I don't want to get tangled up any worse than I am now. I've got an idea," went on Bob, suddenly.
"What is it?"
"I'll climb one of the big trees around here and take a look as to how the land lays."
"Good enough! We were a pair of geese not to think of that before. I can go up with you."
But when it came to climbing, Mark decided to let the former sailor boy go it alone. He gave Bob a boost and up went the lad in true nautical style with hardly an effort.